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A Holi-Day...




Different shades, difficult to understand, 
some pretty, some dark, some light, 
but they never fade. 
Life is white with simplicity and black with pain sorrow 
for those who have their brain's narrow.
It's harder but life is beyond monochrome, 
with full of colour to different mood who have their mind's broader.
Not for just this day rather but for a whole.
The feel for colours reflects on that face with that smile. 
The roar a pleasure the colour is just an excuse,
 it is the touch of our loved ones and they make this day use.
The significance sings high victory on that lie.
The flames make the wishes fly and 
the smoke makes them reach the sky.
Believe is what have kept it alive.
For some, it is beyond those colour a story of pride,
a day so thin but those memories stay wide
 till colours escape the skin
May this day shower the colour all your life 
Wish you all a Happy Holi...

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