What exactly is the festival of holi? This fascinating feast, also known as the ‘festival of colours’, is celebrated by the enthusiastic Hindus in the month of March. Eagerly awaited each year, the festivity is all about celebrating joy and wonder with family and friends. It is a time to forget all our troubles and enjoy the moment with our loved ones.
This holiday is one of my genuine favourites, where I could spend time with my cousins that I never usually see often. They would always come over to my house early in the morning, shaking with excitement about the festival taking place. We would eat our delicious aromatic breakfasts, made by all the aunties and grandmas, as quick as we could. The adults were most probably annoyed by our excitement, and they would tell us to quiet down and sit.
Our gigantic group of family and friends would go outside once the evening came around, dressed in complete white, like empty canvases waiting to be painted, and armed with many equipment. Finally the time, so longly awaited, came. Everyone would grab the nearest weapon they could find, like a water gun or a fistful of colorful dye, and start attacking. My cousins and I would separate from the grown ups, having our own little rainbow war.
After an hour or two of the battle, with many fallen soldiers covered in rainbows, which were most of the adults, and brave ones still standing, like my proud self and my friends and cousins, we were told to come inside to wash up.
My cousins would stay over after everyone left, exhausted but happy, to spend the night with me. A fun sleepover at my house began once the night fell. Although we were utterly exhausted, we still stayed up, talking and laughing about the day’s events.
Even if I moved away from my cousins and relatives, I will still forever cherish the fun moments I had with them. Despite the fact that the tradition has fallen, Holi is still one of my favorite holidays to celebrate with my loved ones.
I walked and walked
Through an empty corridor,
Alongside creaking doors,
Was I being stalked?
I shot up at once,
and looked for the light,
Waking my friend,
Who knew I’d had a nightmare, so held my hand
And put me back to bed, giving me the might...
I cycled to school, all pale
Not knowing if I was prepared enough
For the exam would be hard,
Would I pass? Would I fail?
I was dropped at the gates,
By my friend, of course, holding my hand,
Always there, to calm me down,
And who left, as I met my mates...
“Congratulations!” “You did great!”
My teachers and peers, Said after the presentation,
I was flying over the moon,
happiest with my fate
Too proud, I’d been,
You taught me who I was, in a way I understood
Grounded me again, my friend,
Held my hand, said I’d been a little mean...
Cold with the flu,
Shivering all over,
Couldn’t go to school,
My finger-tips were blue
My mother was home,
To look after me but,
she had a lot of work to do, Once more, my friend was there,
To hold my hand, to hug me in a dome...
You’ve been here with me for so many eves,
When the others refused to play,
You brought me to our lawn,
held my hand And played with the leaves...
I’ve looked up to you for everything, dear friend,
About me, you have never been wrong
You’ve held my hand and shown me the way,
You are much more to me than just, A figment of my imagination
One situation was unthinkable
This world was full of untouchables,
suffering from all trouble.
Getting hurt from all the rubble.
Everyone thinks it is a big bubble,
through which no one can stumble.
This bubble was unreachable,
Never desirable.
Why could no one understand,
That they also had two hands,
Two legs, two eyes, one mouth,
But still they were denied throughout.
These poor beings were dismissed,
With no work no job they wished,
To feed their children,
And not let them rotten.
Amongst these cruelties,
A few were born to renew opportunities,
They fought the discrimination,
And pursued education.
Finally, they had obtained success,
They managed to ban this distress,
Untouchables could enjoy freedom for the first time,
And not live upon anyones rhyme.
It is unbelievable,
that this world still has this puzzle,
Who dares to shuffle?
And who dares to solve?
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