Holi

In the month of spring or falgun, the festival of colours or holi is celebrated. Mythology says that holi was celebrated by Lord Krishna with Gopiyas or the womenfolk of cattle herders. Philosophically speaking, life itself is holi or a celebration of colours. Each colour depicting each rasa or aspect of life. Based on the bhajan (song of devotion), written by the blind poet Surdas, who was a devout krisna bhakt or disciple of Lord Krishna, my poem talks of holi or the colour fest.

Lo! The hue of the sky

Has turned from blue to red

The bare branches of the trees

Once again flaunt velvety leaves

Of soft, shiny sheen so green

The breeze carries the aroma 

Of fragrant abeer and gulaal

A dust of pink and magenta

Of crushed petals in full bloom

Ablush are the roses and marigolds

Intoxicating are the bright morns

Redolent  are the desultory noons

Amidst the splendour of spring which brings

Colours galore in ashen lives of winter sore

Behold! The cosmic dance of cattle herders

Men and women in a maddening swirl

With fistful of joy how they splash

Puddles of colours with merry twirls

Blinding the Earth, the Moon, the Stars

With saffron, blue, ochre and slash of silver 

Those who have drunk the wine so divine

Have never been waylaid by life's false pains

All in vain but the fest of holi alas ! all is vain

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