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

 

 - Saranya

 

 

 

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