The tinge of rainbow colours on faces
still poignant, scrubbing hard to scrape away each hue
matching the setting sunrays on a cold Holi evening.
An invisible attire of deep coloured love
splashed on milky white dresses
a colour no designer can create
an apparel no brand can put a tag on.
The privileged washbasin mingled
with colours of grey smiles and bear hugs,
The bathroom mirror envying the
plastered smiles.
Blended in each Indian's heart
the pink giggles, the green grins
pavements soaked in shades of yellow
drains spilling of red and pink
the wafting aromas and
the dripping white laughter.
Colours do not brighten our lives
but love sprayed on near and dear ones.
Let us wish to be that bright pigment
and lather away mankind's bleak stain of sorrows.
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