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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