It is HOLI…
Festival of colors
Everybody has opted for a colorful theme
Consisting of all brighter shades
I missed that chance
On this occasion I am colorless
With my as usual blank canvas
I touched the colors
They went off
Lost in air
Poor colors got
Scared of me in the same manner
I got scared once
when I saw the most colorful
and mesmerizing canvas of life
YES
I got scared of beautiful jovial colors
Now… its their turn
To rid of me from their ambiance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem