On Holi you paint yourselves in colours,
red, blue, yellow, green and even black.
Smeared with colours all look the same.
There's no poor or rich;
one doesn't know you're fair or dark.
You're neither muslim nor hindu,
you're just people beautiful.
Isn't that a celebration of humanity?
We need to perpetuate this event.
If diversity in diversities distances us,
oneness in colours let's celebrate;
festival of equality let's celebrate.
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