Holi Poem by Angela Wybrow

Hearts are awash with anticipation,
For a day of mirth and great celebration.
In the air, there's a great atmosphere,
As friends and family now gather near.

Musicians go from place to place -
Their music lighting up every face.
It's a special time that's filled with joy -
Loved by man, woman, girl and boy.

Once a year comes their biggest chance,
To let themselves go and sing and dance.
A myriad of colours, Holi does bring.
Folk are eager to welcome back spring.

It's the perfect time to forget and forgive -
Let down their hair and, for once, truly live.
Ruptured relationships are often repaired,
And a feeling of love fills the spring air.

The celebrations are fun and wild,
With many folk finding their inner child.
Through the air, such bright colours fly,
Like an exploding rainbow up in the sky.

Both men and women, both young and old,
Throw pigmented powder in colours so bold.
There are painted people everywhere -
With colours on their skin and in their hair.

It's a festival filled with merriment and fun -
A carnival of vibrant colours for everyone.
Red, yellow, purple, orange and green,
Are among the glorious colourings seen.

Folk frolic and play fight in open streets -
Then settle in the evening for tasty treats.
Whether they're rich or whether they're poor,
Holi is a festival which so many adore.