azmat naushad asif
Holi (A Festival Of Colours) - Poem by azmat naushad asif
Everything is colorful today.
The black is not evil
Nor white, mourning
The night is rosy red;
with passions flaming high
The moon is fertile green
of hopes conceiving in
The jasmine tucked in tresses
Is burning bright yellow:
of shimmering love inside.
Everything is so colorful today
except the transparent rainbow.
As its colors, are drained and sucked
today by my eternal sighs
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