Memories Of Festival

My memory of Holi

I have a big Toli

Which never gave up on me

And always offered me tea

The water balloon which wet threw on each other

Without bothering if its a child or his mother

The white clothes we wore

No matter whether they wore colorful or torn

We shouted and threw balloons on them

Just to see the smile on their face

And take some time of their space

Happy Holi

To my bog Toli