Bidding farewell to winter, every year,
with the arrival of spring,
the purity of fire is provocated by evil.
With a bonfire in centre, sits Holika with Prahlad in her lap.
There was triumph of good over evil, as holika burned to death.
Every year thereby,
Faith survived.
Full moon bringing content, peace and jolliness,
What a perpetual creation with a ephemeral proclamation.
Religious rituals performed, offerings of rice, coconuts & flowers,
around wood chars burning to fires, people worshipped the lord of passion.
Following day, reviving by submerging ourselves,
with rainbow of colors,
crowd danced with euphoria and radiance.
Upraising buckets, padding balloons, mystifying shades of togetherness,
lifting the veil of exasperation, everyone dancing to divine rhythm spread in air,
forgetting their desolation and melancholy
Everyone's life painted by colors of love, generosity, joy, peace, goodness, tenderness, energy, humor, wisdom & frolicness.