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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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 11, 2012


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