Holi,
A festival of colours and gaiety
Full of joy and festivity,
Colour and paint,
Holi hai,
Bura mat mano, Holi hai.
Holi comes
When Falgun does the rounds with
Swirling winds and dry leaves
Fluttering and falling
With the summer heat to take on passing winter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem