Colors of Unity: A Symphony of Rangoli

In the dawn's gentle embrace, Holi whispers awake,

A symphony of colours, a jubilant break,

Across thresholds and courtyards, rangoli blooms,

Each intricate pattern is a tale to consume.

This poem paints a vivid picture, a tapestry so grand,

Of Holi's vibrant hues across the land.

In every curve and swirl, tradition finds its voice,

Rangoli adorns, inviting hearts to rejoice.

On doorsteps, they dance, these patterns divine,

Like whispers of history, through threads of time,

Each design is a narrative, a heritage profound,

In every stroke, a story is found.

From ancient tales woven in saffron and gold,

To myths of love, forever bold,

The rangoli speaks, with eloquence rare,

Of legends passed down with utmost care.

In every dot and line, unity unfurls,

Binding hearts together, in radiant swirls,

For in this kaleidoscope, diversity is seen,

In every colour, in every gleam.

With powdered dreams and pigments bright,

We celebrate together, in the festival's light,

Underneath the canopy of azure skies,

In the rhythm of laughter, our spirits rise.

With each flick of the hand, creativity soars,

As imaginations paint, on earth's open floors,

In the canvas of rangoli, dreams take flight,

A testament to human ingenuity's might.

Amidst the chaos, amidst the cheer,

Cultural pride blossoms, oh so near,

In these patterns, we find our roots,

In every swirl, our heritage salutes.

So let us revel, in this kaleidoscopic sight,

Where tradition and modernity unite,

For in the intricate patterns, rangoli bestows,

The essence of Holi, in vibrant repose.