Loudness of being

This Diwali we make balls of stones in sulphur
To bang decrepit walls for their loud echoes.
We make round holes in star smiles on posters.

We make such  ruckus on the moonless night
That birds will shut their ears in mango tree
And not even a flutter is heard in the leaves.

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