Festival Of Colours : Holi

Ensue of spring and end of wintertime,

A day to meet others by side to side

And the tantalizing plays of children, 

Make the locale look like heaven. 

Colors are spotted scattered all across

Youngsters' become radiant when to toss, 

With abirs or puffs of powdery hue 

And gaffer's former memories came true.

The victory of good over the evil

A day from the era of medieval, 

Gujiyas, Malpas, and other tasty sweets

Are eaten joyfully and this repeats. 

And the fellow neighbors become too tired 

As colors from the water guns are fired, 

A day to cease all of conflicts and debts

To make new devoted fellows less get. 

As the evening begins ere the nighttime, 

From little ones to gaffers make their time 

As all dress up to visit their close chums, 

Where everybody's enjoyment comes. 

But as the event ends, all come to an end

No exhilaration to meet a friend

Each and every human being would say, 

"Next year, we will enjoy a lot that day".