In the realm of shadows, where darkness holds sway,

Amidst the festival of lights, a sombre display.

A tapestry is woven with threads of despair,

War’s cruel embrace, an unholy affair.

Some places war, some places celebration,

Is it so comfortable to embrace?

Can pain and joy be so easily balanced?

Has our consciousness died in this trail of life?

To the pain of our fellow passengers of life.

In the festival of lights, where joy should bloom,

A shadow casts its pall, an echo of doom.

Amidst the vibrant hues that dance in the night,

Lies the tale of wars, a sorrowful plight.

Where the night sky brightens with firecrackers,

The same night sky witnesses,

the spark of bombs and the fire of violence.  

The sky above feels devastated,

Unable to fathom the human’s integrity,

As it’s questionable at each level of empathy.

Beneath the glow of a thousand flames,

Echoes of sorrow, like silent refrains.

The dance of light, once a joyous delight,

Now mirrors the anguish, the endless night......

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