Holi!

The festival of colors.

I get out of bed,

And wear my milk white apparel,

Knowing it will never be this color again.

I excitedly go down the stairs,

Eat the gujia my mother gives

And run outside.

Now begins the fun!

We sing, we dance,

We toss handfuls of gulal at each other;

My brother uses a pichkaari and I see my friends

lob a gubbare,

We create spots on our attire, like berries on a bush.

A song of laughter and happiness plays in my ear,

As we celebrate good over evil.

Now, everyone is decked in color, from head to toe,

And I see that we aren’t so different anymore.

Our castes have been forgotten,

Our colors have been forgotten.

The differences that keep us from one another,

Forgotten.

And finally,

We are unified,

We are one.