Splashes of water and vividness of colour,
Makes one shiver as body gets soaked in water.
Dancing and singing the celebration is made
And with colours and waters best wishes are shared.
But,
Alas the secret rituals have vanished
And riots have come,
For those are water balloons that acts like bombs!
Hark Oh Being! I have a tale to tell
A demon named Holika was once slayed
And henceforth,
Once in a year a festival named Holi is celebrated
And which illustrates,
Truth Always Prevails.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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