The Festival Of ColoursA Poem by Sonakshi AroraHoli is a festival in India also known as the "festival of colours".People chase and colour each other with dry powder and coloured water.
We'd wake up at 5 in the morning
Back then when we were small And make water balloons silently So we wouldn't wake up all You'd help me fill them with water And then teach me how to tie And we'd make loads of them to throw On friends, family and passer-by We'd sabotage the bathroom And flood it with water everywhere And make millions of balloons And throw them together down the stairs You'd often scold me for wasting water When we were making balloons But i probably should've forgiven you Because you left too soon It's 5 in the morning today And surprisingly it's holi again And I'm up but not making water balloons But bearing your absence's pain The bathroom isn't noisy now And the floor is comparatively dry Except for the few drops of my tears Falling off me while I cry There are people playing holi down And I've taken refuge , feeling so blue Hiding from everyone today And siblings that remind me of you. But there isn't much that I can do Reminscing those moments, as they come and hit I feel lonely and gloomy alone Even though everyone is in a great spirit. © 2017 Sonakshi AroraAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSonakshi AroraNavi Mumbai, IndiaAboutThis is going to be a bit long but I swear it is funny please read it don't go.... Hello fellow writers! I once wrote a poem which somehow got selected for my school magazine. Then I wrote a poem w.. more..Writing
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