A Fountain Of Colours Poem by Namita Rani Panda

With your Gopees and admirers
You must be celebrating the festival of colours
In a befitting manner with endless cheer
But to me it hardly matters
As the colour you smeared with immense love and care years
before
Are still fresh, vibrant and distinctly clear.
The day you lovingly holding me in your arm
smeared me with loving and sweet touches so warm
like an ocean I become full, cool, contented and calm
as if a wounded soul being solaced with a soothing balm!
The colour of your perennial passion
infused in me undying vigour and determination
to face endless rumours and derisive indignation
I crossed the threshold of age-old customs
to live and die for our eternal relation.
The colour of your unfading love and trust
made me sturdy, stable and confident,
when you drenched me with the colour of romance and love
from the mundane physical world, I rose above.
Now I am an infinite fountain of colours
that never fades but glazes forever,
a brilliant ever-shining spectrum I am
your dedicated devotee, O my Krishna!