|Yeah, I took it. :) **C**|
Flickering lights are the dancers of this stage;
Booms, bangs and blasts fill up the dome,
A solstice night that harbors illumination.
Behind the curtain lies a petty soul, lost to the Devil –
Weeps slowly watching the shattered glass,
Which reflected his shattered dreams,
All given away for this luminescent night.
I wanted to theme this poem around the irony of a "Happy Diwali".