Colors Of Holi Poem by Diwakar Bhatt

Colors Of Holi



The chilly winter is gone leaving behind
a cool clime salubrious,
The morning sun is greeted by singing birds
in tones mellifluous.

The dew drops hanging on the grassy blades
also seem laughing,
Despite their near end, want to enjoy every
moment while living.

Buds open up slowly as a newly wed shy bride
removes her veil,
Every petal is soft and tender to touch as limbs
of a maiden frail.

On the appearance of dawn, the nature vibrates
as a wind chime,
Here and there, everywhere, everything become
alive in no time.

At this time comes the festival of Holi with
colors of every hue,
Young & old, male & female all participate
except unlucky few.

Every nook and crony reverberates with
“Holi Hai” slogans loud,
People move from houses to the streets
creating a jubilant crowd.

No religion, no caste, no creed but the
myriad colors only speak,
The spirit of oneness overtakes making
everyone a festive freak.

People dance to the tunes of folklore for
fun and frolic with blast,
The old tradition is kept alive in the changing
World to relive our past.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Seema Chowdhury 09 July 2011

This is such a lovely and bright poem filled with color of emotions and liveliness. Great work of art I must say. thanks

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Ramesh Kavdia 01 July 2011

nice colorful presentation of holi. keep it up.

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Diwakar Bhatt

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Delhi, India
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