happy holi

In Phagun's breeze, Holi's colours dance, A festival of love, in vibrant trance. Passion ignites, in every hue, As hearts unite, in joy a new.

With red of love, and green of growth, Yellow of friendship, pure and both. Blue of peace, like skies above, Holi's palette, a canvas of love.

In Phagun, when winter bids adieu, Holi arrives, a true spectacle. Signifying victory of good or evil, A celebration, with laughter's thrill.

Bonfires blaze, on the eve of mirth, Symbolising the end of darkness' girth. And on the day when colours fly, Spirits soar, reaching the sky.

Holi, a festival, ancient and grand, Binding souls, across the land. In Phagun's embrace, it finds its place, A celebration of life's vibrant grace.