Day after tomorrow arrives 'Holi'
An auspicious day for the Indians to celebrate the occasion happily
This day it is said ‘Holika’, the demon burnt into ashes when she wanted revenge against 'Prahlad' the innocent child
The demons went wild
As 'Prahlad' chanted the name of lord 'Vishnu'
Evil always create problem believe me true
But then had there been no black could the white shine like gold?
'Holi' is the time to play with colors and chant his name
It is the time to play the game
It is the game of love
When love is in the air
the world seems to be a ground of fair
Many a grudges we hold
Against them who create problems in our life only to make us bold
We gain confidence when fight against the odds
In pain we play the sting of all the chords
That lies in our heart
Or else they would rust before we would part
It's 'Holi' time
The time to forgive and be fine
The time to forget at any rate
All the grudges to design our fate
Happy 'Holi’ to all who read me
And write to me when feel free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happy Holi to you as well. I have written a poem Rangon Ki Barkha, hope you'll read it and favor me with your comments. Your poem is beautiful and informative...................10