Poem “Holi” by¬†Nandini Sharma
Streets, colleges, homes are full of colours
Red, blue, pink, yellow all sorts of shades,
Planning being done to stain each other
With ‘Gulal’ face body both overlaid.

Seniors also join year mates
Relationships become better and better,
Siblings running behind each other
With buckets full of water.

Now everyone is coloured
The way they have never been,
Everyone has put a real makeup
The way you have never seen.

When you reach someone with colour
Make sure, not only face, not only heart,
Some traces of your colour
Reach their faded heart.


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