For those of you checking the calendars as well as for those considering me mad, I’d like to declare:
I DO KNOW THAT ITS NOT THAT HOLI HAS JUST PASSED NOR IS IT IN ANY WAY ROUND THE CORNER!
But it’s just that after soo soo long I’ve penned down something I think was worth a post that I JUST CAN’T WAIT for the actual festival to come near so that I can post this!! 😅😂
So now that you know WHY I’m posting this, let’s head on to the write-up straightaway! 😄
With painted faces and hands full of colour
With dancing hearts and souls full of vigour
They ran down the shimmering streets
Basking in happiness, dancing on dhol beats
She cupped his face with her hands, colouring his half grown beard
He spattered gulaal on her hair as they cheered
Hugging and dancing, they paved their way
Walking barefoot, all merry and gay
True magic it was what filled the air
For they were making memories, so happy and rare
He enveloped her with his brawny biceps
And they walked towards home with blithe little steps
The stars smiled down at the mirthful couple
She clasped his hand and a few words did mumble:
“Thank you! I’ve never felt this ecstatic in years!”
And as they set foot in their little dwelling, he whispered something in her ears:
“You have always had my shoulder for tears and cries
But I know I haven’t given you much to cherish since our parents’ demise
Yet these precious smiles, my little pocket could surely bear
To make this holi a happy one, dear!”
The tears that rolled down their cheeks, they wiped
She embraced him and replied:
“For all the smiles, love and colours, I feel grateful and blessed
I love you so much, brother! You are the best!”
STORY BEHIND THE POEM:
So I thought of writing a piece that represents what one day of celebrations means to people who are not very fortunate in terms of wealth.
People who are not even grown up enough to face the hardships of the world yet they have to.
So here is the poem that narrates the tale of the dull and monochrome life led by two adolescents whose parents died when they were kids.
Consequently,the brother takes over the burden of the little family and misses out on enjoying his childhood by choosing to be the strength and comfort her little sister needed.
This is the poem about the brother-sister-duo whose life is to some extent coloured by the gulaal that represents the happiness they were yearning for.
So, tell me what you felt about this one in the comments section below.
Goodbye until next time!😄