Night burned into glory
The moon was about to rise
Silence would have been the king
But the humans turned up their voice

Pulling their skyscraper idols
They beat the drums to death
Dancing in the farewell party
Some even lost their breath

But no, they didn't mind
It was their faith which drove them forward
Ignoring all the other threats
It was their belief which they showered

They turned the night into day
Not a care about the world
In their dictionaries that night
Celebration was the only world

They passed by the hospitals
Ignoring the ailing patients
They got into quarrels with commuters
Testing their holy patience

And it was all for those idols
The ones they carved themselves
Then they went around shouting
"In these the god dwells."

Oh, you ignorant humans
When will you understand
God ain't that feeble
To be caged in your sand

So please oh dear humans
Stop running around like mad
Enjoy your holy celebrations
But celebrate with a sense of care

Yes, celebrate,
But with care!

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Written for the 'Shades Of Celebration' contest hosted by PoetsPubIndia

It would be wonderful if you poets could participate in it as well.