Holi (Festival of Colors)

by Harshita Das aged 14

The world glows in arbitrary colors…
Reds and blues and yellows and greens
As if the Earth was a canvas for our gods
Even with blotches of paint; end result’s pristine

Playing with powders, perfumes and pigments,
Then, the only color which doesn’t matter, of your skin
For a day, we have water balloons in one hand, pichkaries in the other
With Rangoli on our smiling faces; all hues and tints

People, are like colors
Wonderful, colorful and diverse
We don’t need to sit on fire to triumph over evil
Together, we can make the world better for us

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