Sometimes colours are all grey,
No matter what you do, there seems no way.
It all seems a hopeless struggle,
To go ahead you work hard to find a will.
At times like these when there is no zest
There sometimes comes a colourful fest.
And no, you are NOT happy,
But how with all the wishes can you depressed be?
And you return the wishes with a smile fake,
Till at somepoint you no longer feel on a coal rake.
Thank God for friends and family,
Who might not understand, but still support faithfully.
Colours of so many hues arranged wonderfully,
At the end of the day they merge joyously.
One from the other so hard to distinguish,
But they all in each other exist.
Perhaps that is the lesson taught by Holi,
That even washed away we could live on in memory.
- Written on 12 March 2017.
- Happy Holi to all on 13 March 2017.
Self-explanatory.
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