With different colors friends played;
Hiding from them indoors I stayed.
They were all busy in colorful dance.
To hunt my thoughts I got a chance.
Thoughts could have run within a blink;
But I caught them with pen and ink.
They are within the confines of a cage.
Now they cannot run, they are on page.
Friends enjoyed the party and the fest;
And I did what I thought was best.
With colors they enjoyed their holi-day.
With pen and ink I enjoyed my holiday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
While your friends enjoyed their holiday besmearing faces with colours, you enjoyed your day besmearing paper with ink..... But one difference, your paint lasts... the others had to wash it away! ! Enjoyed this Holi poem!