(Samajweekly)
By: Surjit Singh Flora
Holi, old and bright,
A spring festival of light.
A spring festival of light.
Colors burst, a joyful scene,
Good wins over what is mean.
Fire dances, Holika burns,
A lesson learned, as evil churns.
Gulal flies, a rainbow shower,
Love and laughter, every hour.
No rich, no poor, just hearts so free,
Covered in hues for all to see.
Water balloons, a playful fight,
Celebrating life, with all our might.
A full moon shines, on colors bold,
Holi’s story, to be told.



