With the departure of winter, Amidst rain's pitter patter Mirth was at its peak Jingles of voices were only to speak, The aroma of colours was to spread Like sonnet's butter on poetry's bread, With jovial melodies, the ears were to ring Organising a magnificent welcome for the spring, Everyone would be trancing on nature's tunes, And, nose filled with delicacies' fumes In an ocean of happiness, all were to drown Blooming will be, the beauty's vivid seeds sown The splashing water's melody was to engross the sky Sending blessings to the ones far and nigh; Forgetting the walls between rich and poor Everyone was to stand on the same happiness's moor, Flowing a cascade of brushes and paints On life's canvas, with holy colours it was to rain, Now, say goodbye to the winter's vows And, welcome the March's psychedelic rainbows... - Pragati It's a poetry of 20 lines... And, yes without the word Holi in it...😇😇 #wsholifest #wrscribblezone #wsseasonofcolor