All the guys
The old and the new
With Holi,
Drenched in its colour and gaiety
And the broken drums saying
With a hoarse Faag malhar,
Holi hai, Holi hai,
It's Holi,
Get you smeared with coloured powder
O passers-by, wayfarers,
Let me smear you with,
Sprinkle coloured water,
The paglets saying, singing and dancing,
We mean the paglus.
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