Holi's Hues Of Pain Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

In the game of colours, cruelty climbs,
Pain drifts through the air like forgotten chimes.
Killing's not a crime, but a wrongful glance,
Conflict's fruit—a macabre dance.

Life taken, justice blind,
A death fair's chaos intertwined.
No fatigue, the colour spreads,
In the wilderness, on wealth, demons tread.

Bodies fall, pieces thrown,
Diver in the river, the seeds are sown.
Holi's brutality stains the sky,
Values sink, neglected, and die.

How long will Justice stay asleep?
In politics' name, equality we weep.
Cruelty is boundless, ruthlessness grows,
Merit lost in the suffering flows.

Senseless seas flood the courts,
Corruption sings in administration's forts.
Money's laundered, rivers bled,
Politics' piracy leaves justice dead.

Intellect's world, an empty shore,
Leadership hollow, equality no more.
Stop all else, let respect arise,
Extinguish cruelty, let kindness reprise.

Return to love, affection's embrace,
Revive our civilization's grace.