HOLI

HOLI

The vibrant colours,
Spread all over.
The fumes in blue,
The smokes of yellow.
Red on the floor,
Pink on the door.
Black doesn’t lack,
Orange looks insane.
One topped with other,
The layers on each other.

Dived into it ,
When alike faces,
Seems to smile.
Even teeth are coloured,
Left with the buttoned eye ,
Untortured.
Colours on coloured,
Dry upon wet,
Wet upon dry.
If not enough,
Dirt enters to play dirty,
along with food party.
Grooving in energy,
targeting any one,
And colour them entirely,
is fun.
Fun with love ,
showered through gun.

Then comes,
Long hours scrub,
to remove the stain.
Rub and rub,
Thats the pain.
The drained body ,
The stained face.
Looks funny enough ,
To explain the game.
The game to love,
Relation and tolerance.
To seek fun, in all its sense.