A Different Face of Halloween
Somewhere deeper inside a deep hole
They celebrate Halloween silently
In the form of a torn Sari, scarred faces
And the scalded hands of a beggar with half empty cup
Ghastly mouths eat their pumpkin raw without a candy by the road
As the dark rejoice of those hearts
Are lined with the sound of coins
That is loved more than
The hollow clink of silver glasses
Still,
As the candles are blown out
The howling ghosts retreat back to their caves at dawn
And perhaps one audacious son of a beggar is allowed to dream of a forbidden closet
Which will have all the black dresses and suave evening masks!
His Halloween attire, for the other side of the world.
Copyright © Adri Dew | Year Posted 2015
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