You And Me In Holi Matrimony Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

you cannot take the rapture
of this moment away from me
even though I lingered too long
in the midst of the chowtal singers

I, too, must play my tassa drum
I want to compete with chirping
of song-birds and doves
as they hop and pop on tree tops

In the midst of the kaleidoscope
of beautiful bougainvilleas
and marigolds and cherry blossoms
azaleas and daffodils
all rich red, blue, white and yellows
my heart bursts allowed
with the herald of spring

I want to come and open your door
I want to sprinkle magenta powder
on your lovely white sari
and pamper your charming smile
in hues of yellow and red
and sing and dance in holi excitement

everywhere I watch families colorful
in their suits of lenghas and kurtas
like walking Rembrandts and Picassos
dancing and singing in the streets
heralding the joy of spring
in holi mirth and happiness
you and me
in holi matrimony.