The cusp of emptiness
They are celebrating Diwali in Manhattan
The gurus, the swamis and the lords of world's spiritual light
Somewhere in Central Park a prayer congregation heads for the Imagine circle
The saffron hues, the vermilion ash and the mantras resurrect the living dead
a fleet of followers drowns in ecstasy, a barrage of blind men sees light for the first time
they all have answers, they have solutions, they have prayers cradled in their hair
they worship a distant God- unknown to mankind, a stranger residing in empty halls
their God is love, their God is kind, their God is peace, their God is happiness
In their God's shadow , the world stumbles slowly into another cusp of emptiness.
© Jaspreet Mann
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