Game of Colors..... (Poem)

Holi what they say is a "festival of colors"
Buckets full of color and drink in the refrigerators

Take the powder in hand and sip a drink
Color the cheeks, and dont use pink

Fill up the gun, empty them buckets
Hold your position and blow the trumpets

Tap your feet on ground with the roll of drum
Shoot at them people like they are bubble gum

Forget the sodas and bring out the bhang
Drink it all till your feet gets numb

Kids fight with colors in open streets
Walls got painted like some color sheets

Many colors are made of Neem, Kumkum and Haldi
No one can stop the colors, everyone is in jeopardy

A pot of buttermilk, hung high over the streets
People makin pyramids, to climb and reach

Folk songs are sung at high pitch
Everyone's dancing, no one can ditch

Some say this is to celebrate the new year
Pakora, sweets and bhang thats all here

Youngster go around collecting firewood and money
Gujiya, Pani puri and egg strips made of honey

Light the bonfire and let the chit chat begin
Now you know, how holi goes in full  spin