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    The poet empathizes with oil trickling drop by drop into a diya lamp, feeling they are on their last reserves after a difficult life. Lighting the lamp is meant to symbolize lighting the mind and removing darkness to progress spiritually. While praying and forgetting their plight for a brief moment, the poet finds an inner sense of peace, knowing the festival of light is there to remove meanness of mind.

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    The poet empathizes with oil trickling drop by drop into a diya lamp, feeling they are on their last reserves after a difficult life. Lighting the lamp is meant to symbolize lighting the mind and removing darkness to progress spiritually. While praying and forgetting their plight for a brief moment, the poet finds an inner sense of peace, knowing the festival of light is there to remove meanness of mind.

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    Poem Draft #1 - (Renell Simon)

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    The poet empathizes with oil trickling drop by drop into a diya lamp, feeling they are on their last reserves after a difficult life. Lighting the lamp is meant to symbolize lighting the mind and removing darkness to progress spiritually. While praying and forgetting their plight for a brief moment, the poet finds an inner sense of peace, knowing the festival of light is there to remove meanness of mind.

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    Poem Draft #1

    The oil trickles out of the bottle drop by drop into the diya, and my soul feints
    empathizing with it’s enticing
    Movement
    I think,
    I myself am on my last drop
    Scraping to get by
    Begging and crying for Mother Laxmi to grant me peace just for tonight
    As my broken old bones can not handle anymore,

    This light symbolizes -


    The lighting of the mind,
    Removing all darkness
    To proceed toward divine
    I bow my head and close my eyes as I proceed to pray and forget my plight
    I utter
    “Lead us from ignorance to truth
    Lead us from darkness to light
    Lead us from death to deathlessness”

    For a moment, a brief moment, I forget


    Forget my perfect offering
    There is a crack, a crack in everything
    That’s how the light gets in.
    And just like that, in the pit of my stomach
    I feel something that I assumed was long gone
    I feel a sense of peace emanating inside
    At last, I know the festival of light is here
    Removing all meanness of mind.

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