Used to play Holi like hell
Flourishing colors all over the face,
Expert in hiding and coloring well
Keeping alive the smile and grace.
Boys were scared to get caught,
She was a warrior who fought.
Running with water gun loaded
She rome around the territory
To make everyone smile with colors,
To make a new 'Holi story'.
Famous she was, for having fun,
Beautiful, used to be sundown.
She used to wear new attires
And go home to home just to get the blessings of elders.
For eating lots of tasty stuff people used to offer,
"Holi is a holy festival of respect, prosperity and emotional treasure".
She enjoyed holi for at most five year,
Until she got big enough and puberty hit her.
Sitting inside home on such a precious day
Feeling like a bird locked in a cage,
Watching people play through the window
She hold in, all the rage.
Society was threatening her not to play 'Holi'
After an age for girls it's not enough holy...