Holi of the Soul
Holi of the Soul Naveen Singh Rana Not every color that we throw Can make the inner garden grow; For spring is not in shades we see, But in the heart’s awakening tree . The earth has turned her silent page, From winter’s grief to vibrant stage; In mustard fields and budding streams, She writes revival into dreams. O human heart, why seek delight In fleeting noise and reckless night? Why cloud the dawn with drunken cries, When peace itself before you lies? Holi was born where love was flame, Where souls were freed from hate and shame; A sacred fire that burned apart The darkened corners of the heart. Come, let us color not the face, But wounds that time cannot erase; Let gulal fall on pride and fear, Till only truth and trust appear. Let every drumbeat softly say— Cast ancient bitterness away; Let every song in rising tone Declare no one stands alone . Embrace without a guarded mind, Leave all divisions far behind; For nature blooms without a wall, And sunlight freely warms us...