Diwali’s vibrant traditions, like the skillful handcrafting of diyas, are challenged by mass-produced, profit-driven Chinese lights, laments Arindam, exclusively for Different Truths.
In a land of ancient traditions and light, Where Diwali’s glow heralds the night, A potter toils with skilled hands and grace, Crafting diyas that light up every space. In the heart of this tale, a potter's plight, As he moulds each diya, day and night, His hands bear the weight of tradition’s lore, With sweat and tears on the earthen floor. Each diya he crafts, with love and care, A symbol of hope, a light to share, But his profits are meagre, his efforts in vain, In the face of imported lights, a relentless bane. From a distant land, they come like a wave, Chinese lights, with a fortune to save, Mass-produced and shiny, they flood the bazaar, Undercutting the potter, leaving him ajar. No romance in this battle, just profits and gain, As the Chinese lights shine, a relentless reign, They conquer the market, with no love in sight, While the potter’s dreams flicker, losing their light. Let’s pause and ponder, as Diwali nears, The clash of traditions, the rise of our fears, For the potter’s labour, heritage, and skill, Must not be overshadowed by commerce shrill. In a world where profits often dictate, Let’s cherish our roots, for tradition’s sake, Support the potter, let his diyas shine bright, Resist the allure of the foreign light. For Diwali’s true essence is not in a race, But the warmth of tradition, the joy of embrace, Let’s kindle the flames of compassion and pride, For the potter’s craft, let’s stand by his side.
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I like the idea of highlighting the feature of the day with a prominent visual. Arindam Roy’s poem on empowering potters is very relevant to this season and the loss of a tradition. On my evening walk today, I saw four diyas burning on the front wall of a house. I had to pause to check if they were actual oil lamps with flaming wicks amid all the cascading Chinese lights on all sides. Hence your concluding verse says it all and with poignancy:
“For Diwali’s true essence is not in a race,
But the warmth of tradition, the joy of embrace,
Let’s kindle the flames of compassion and pride,
For the potter’s craft, let’s stand by his side.”
In the revamped look of Different Truths I especially like the idea of including the authors names with their contributions. The broader headings such as Poetry, Fiction, Essays are given in the Contents section so the reader can access the sections of interest.
Congratulations and wishing all readers safety during this pollution season!
Neera, you have rekindled hope for the potters. Let Diwali ignite the light within each one, making us humane and sensitive to the have-nots. Thank you for your in-depth comment and appreciation for the new look of Different Truths.