HOLI

Holi
P K Routray
In India we celebrate Holi a festival of love and color,,
In spring after chilling winter is over.
when cuckoo coos, mango breeds ,and above all nature smiles,
main harvesting is over and farmers and their families find leisured to breathe for a while.
We forget the difference among rich and poor, donor and beggar,
Caste, creed and religion are one and play together.
All colors on earth find place in powder or water,
We embrace and smear on friend and foes all these varieties of color.
All look funny and same after a color,
After all we are made of same five elements earth, air, fire and water.
Enmity dwindles, envy decays, love and love only prevails,
The universal brotherhood and divine bondage, the celebration unveils.
None minds for his physical appearance or disappearance,
All look funny, hence no shame and embarrassment and keep no vengeance.
In all religions gifts to the needy is first priority,
Needs may be countless but among them love is the need mighty.
In Holi through color love is donated and love is received,
After all everybody can be a donor and also a beggar as in this celebration it is conceived.