Colors Of The Divine

I remember the time,

When I too was young,

The Festival of Colors,

It used to bring all the fun.

     The reds and yellows,

     And the blues with the greens,

     Brought the nature and its kind,

     Bits of pinks and lots of greens.

The sweets would make,

The mouth water,

And the pichkaris,

Would make your dresses too.

     Then I grew in size and age,

     And away was I from the age,

     Where innocence ruled,

    And there was no crime as such.

I realized that,

The colors of the divine,

The colors of Kanha and Gokul,

Of Radha and the Gopis.

       Also gives the excuses, 

       For the elements of youth,

       To get away with crimes

       As heinous as any.

 And there are no such things

As formalities,

For this was the day,

When all are equals.

       But the innocence of youth,

       Is lost in some places,

       And snatched in many others,

As,

"Bura na mano Holi hai"

(Don't mind me for it is the Festival of Colors)