Quickly flaring, as quickly quenched, In the sky ocean; In all colours, In outward-spiralling motion.

We have a Tamil saying, “Don’t make carbon of your money… “Buy fireworks!” and indeed The saying is witty…and funny.

It may not be prudent; It may be waste; But for that minute of wonder We rush and watch, in haste

While the fireflowers bloom Across the sky’s velvet black, We are lifted out of our daily cares And to pure joy, wafted back.

Fleeting, evanescent, Leaving smoke and murk… But on our hearts they cast their spell. In our gasps we see their magic work.