Comes the season of colors,
encapsulates life in different flavors;
ignoring the grey,
we all become happy and gay;
life turns colorful,
a day when all seems beautiful;

We play with water,
and worship the fire,
praying to achieve aspirations which are higher;
these colors lit up lives,
out of bee busy hives;

One and all enjoy,
forget the hard feelings,
rush out of their dwellings;
people play with colors,
drenched in kesuda waters;
the day is ephemeral,
but leaves memories eternal.


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