Holi is an occasion, to let your hair down,
Brighten the day of others, and in the process with joy drown.
As you get drenched in colors, you can reveal what's beneath,
Something vulnerable and fun-loving, like the tongue shielded by the teeth.
You wear masks all days, today the face is pink and blue,
That should give you some courage, to show your colors true.
There's a child inside you, that's not afraid to stranger's hug,
Color them with their own gulal, eager to snatch their pichkari and mug.
Dance with abandon, or dance to catch her eyes,
Play songs that are naughty, saying boys will be boys.
Some cover with abeer, others let it drain with water,
Everyone deserves at least a day, to flush their pain with laughter.
A day prior we burnt evil, both within and without,
Today we need to color life again, that's what this day's about.
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