Holi.. The Festival Of Colors Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Whole of India is celebrating with colors
It is festival of pride and honor
People of all walks play it with fun
Colors are in hand and like bull they run

No one minds about beautiful colors
On white cloth it really favors
Some of the people put on brand new cloths
Offer sweet and invite to play with

The name “Holi” really mean as holy
The epic clearly states about acts of almighty
Lord Krishna* is associated with festival
It is indication of spring’s arrival too

The tradition is an old
It has its own flavor in villages with folks
Some of the villages will go unarmed
The ladies of other villages may attach with sticks to harm

It is really a traditional war
People from far off of villages flock
The ladies may not allow them to enter
The villagers may get the button charge to capture the prize

One of the cruel king named Kansa* sent his sister
To burn the Lord Krishna live in her lap with sweet’s offer
Holika* as her name implied got burnt instead
The lord Krishna remained unhurt and she was dead

*Holika..Name * Holi… festival of colors
* Kansa,, name * Lord Keishna.. Hindu deity