Holi Poem by dipak adhya

Holi



Even can the moon hides the maculae?
Simply no.
Looking at her as glittering sphere
I forget the pains of her
As I know, mine also.

The Spring comes every year
Holding his hands come
The happiest 'holi'
I too become joyous
As ever
But the past remembrance
The happiest all
The sorrowest all
The unfortunate ones
Come together one by one
And my heart pains
I feel melancholy blows

But when you come with colours
And make me colourful with it
Just then, I forget the maculae -the pains
And shout with you
'Holi Hai'
In a loud chorus!

Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: social
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