Bura mat mano, Holi hain,
Take you it not bad, it’s Holi,
The festival of colours,
Coloured water and coloured powder
Sprinkled over and thrown to,
Sprinkled and smeared with,
It’s Holi, Holi hain,
Bura mat mano, Holi hain,
The old and the children
All drenched in,
The old and the young
Looking colured-coloured,
Blackly and multi-coloured
And smiling and smiling
With the teeth too coloured
Red or green, blue or black
Looking like ghosts,
The hair dirty with coloured powder
And the faces strangely coloured,
But celebrate you, celebrate you
With restraint
Not by being a dullard
Without the senses,
A reveler totally lost
In revelry.

Copyright © Bijay Kant Dubey

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