Holi of the Soul
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 all.
When joy is gentle, pure, and wise,
It mirrors springtime in the skies;
When love flows clear without disguise,
True Holi in the spirit lies.
So light the festival within,
Where peace outshines all outer din;
And when the soul in colors dressed
Finds unity in every breast—
Then earth and heaven both agree,
That Holi blooms eternally
Thoughts of Naveen Singh and Published by Naveen Singh Rana
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