Holika will burn tonight
On pyre
Shall be as humble offer
All that I've been so far
For fear has left,
My being isn't any more
Afraid of being left bereft
Not being loved ever forever.
With surge -
In transience of flames
I'll witness fire
Of passion and ardour rise
In splendour
to sate the skies
Hues will fade
When smoke is clear
Letting go
Of want of what's only
part of whole
I'll take strength
from transcendence of wholesome Truth -
From ashes
Splashes of new life do spring
Sure as from winter unravels the Spring
As Holi dusks in
I'll be content
To find my haven in
soothe of the White.
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