Dark black skies,
Sparkled by the bright light,
Of fire crackers blowing up,
Here and there,
In sudden suprises and colours,
Sprinkling on the silhouette,
Like corns and grains on a field,
Ready to enter the fertile land,
To germinate and reappear,
On a morrow some day,
But alas,
These are shortlived instants,
As the light falls down,
To the ground,
Disappearing forever,
In a blackness of endeavour.