Holi Special…

Holi Special... short poem

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Holi Special…

A special day, a special week,
Neither I say nor do they weep,
A period of celebration, a feeling of getting affection,
Making good relations, in form of Benediction,
Colours make pleasure in life, without it we can’t survive,
Yearly this day arrive and makes even the boring alive,
Nobody avoid this festival, the joy while playing also kicks estival,
Colouring the face and the cloths with water gun, eating sweets, drinking Thandai, having so much fun,
I can’t forget the days of this happiness, only the enjoyment without any angriness,
But by Golly, it’s feeling of pleasure not borei,
Now at the end I must say jolly, HAPPY HOLI…

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