Sad, Festival

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Holi

A festival of emotions
full of colours, makes
A Rangoli of life.

But here I see only dark
Of despair, the heart longs for the sight 
Of a face that turned to ashes.

A canvas of good memories, 
Now covered with deep blue.
Eyes wet, they only see blurry.

The chest hurts as the messages come
"Happy Holi" they say.
"Enjoy" they say.

The thunder Shines and roars,
But even its flashes can't scare me now
After seeing flesh and bones burn.

Burn into my eyes,
This sight of a dead face.
No matter how loud I scream.

No one will hear.
No one will help,
No one warms this
broken heart and soul. 

Drums beat, laughter screams,
I hide, I plug my ears, 
And lie down. 

Lie down
Holding a warm and soft gift.
Only to have a golden dream.
A.V

"Watery tears have washed the colours,
making place for, new ones."

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