Random hands groped her
Her cries were drowned in ‘Happy Holi’
Colours spread everywhere around
Deep down the soul was still black
Satisfied with his creation, the creator smiled
Red trees, red houses, red mountains, red roads
New red village was ready. Tomorrow, red city.
Little Raju safely hid his newly found red pencil.
Saffron started spreading like wildfire
Green was no less and started competing
Both fought for supremacy and power
Somewhere in between, white was lost and forgotten.
‘Blue sky, white clouds, green trees’
The 23 year old chirped merrily
Glances in compartment judged him
Dad thanked the invisible eye-donor.