Some play it bold, some play it coy.
Drenched in water, or smeared with gulal,
Splash colours all around, especially on neighbour's wall.
Dance in the housing society, under the hose's jet,
Cover your mobile in plastic, so it doesn't get wet.
As the evening draws in, eat gunjiyas and snacks,
If bhaang makes you go haywire, have each other's back.
Burn an effigy of evil, on the prior night,
Patch up with old enemies, make everything right.
Celebrate with colours, or play with sticks,
Or play with flowers, or add grease to the mix.
Festivities are not rowdy, or sacred per se,
They reflect our true colours, and shades of grey.
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