Our Crazy Festival

A festival of colors?

Or the most colorful festival

Water guns and water balloons

Ruining our clothes becomes irresistible.

Always one-upping each other

From guns to garden pipes

Laughter, color and terrified screams

Resonating all through India

Stalking around in teams,

Hiding, pretending to be spies

And when the color reveals us

Drenching everyone in sight

Spitting and shrieking

When color goes the wrong way

While picking up a barrel of it

To dump on the offender

In the end, after a gruesome bath

Falling onto the bed, exhausted

This is our colorful festival.

Our little crazy celebration