Holi_English_Poem_25March21
Holi
Colour so bright – vibrant to our delight
A tapestry of soulful sight, blazoning to its might
Painted and tainted – howsoever soiled despite
Joyful it is to pray as well as play in daylight
A story recalled generations after generations
With grandma to grandchild for unknown years
It all began with a humble boon
To the Asura king - Hiranyakashyapu from puran
The king who self-proclaimed to be god
Alas ! his son Prahlad has denied
Plans were plotted to kill own son
In one such instance, it ended in holika dahan
His own doomsday followed next
When Narsimha tore him apart on this pretext
Followed by celebrations with the end of evil
A silent prayer for the peace to prevail
Continued with a tradition to meet and greet
With never ending colourful retreat
A feast to last forever in our minds
A festival that indeed connects or re-joins
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