Holi!!

Tis coming, Tis coming the festival of colors

Splashing with life ,chasing out our fears

I flirt with all comers, pretty and sweet

Jumping and screaming ,a veritable treat



In the days of yore when Rajputs were around

On horses and chariots they colored who they found

Princes or paupers ,the slave or his master

This was one day , when divisions didn't matter



The story goes that our beloved Lord Kishen

Complained to his mother ,sad and grief stricken

My Radha is fair , and my skin is so dark

How can you let go of issues so stark



And the doting mother, like most of her ilk

Could not bear to see her son sulk

She colored the beautiful Radha's face

And so began Holi, in memory of those days



They also say that the devout Prahlad

Had worshipped the Supreme and angered his dad

Burn him to death, the furious king roared

Seating him on Holika, they lit a pyre to behold





Now Holika ,the demoness, had a shawl so special

The one who wears it, no fire can tickle

But the Lord answered the little boy's call

Only Holika died , thus Holi for all



I got up at dawn and readied my pranks

Syringes and powder on girls at river banks

Abdul,David,Swamy and Seth

It is Holi my friends, no difference in faith