A spring eve that’s all different from others Zephyrs blowing away the leaves Orange sky adding the flavours Blooming flowers nodding in a rhythm So Ironical is nature of this evening That all these beauties act as ornaments of Kali
On a normal evening man would work They would work appraising weather They know it will not last long, they enjoy Today they as if ignore it, of morning celebrations
Morning is gayest morning of the year Every reason to see every man Mankind being unanimous Evening on contrary balancing it to a usual day
An unexplainable soundlessness, vacuum of thoughts A day depicting environment without men on work Streets still hold colours on their chest But this colour no more is a sign of happiness
People meet each other, everyone has a smile But that doesn’t match with nature suit There smiles have scope within its sight Body of people walking on street enjoy zephyr Their mind stay startled of unusual quietness
Standing on my entrance, I observe A swinging litchi tree, missing sound of saw mill Smiling flowers, orange cloudy sky Empty streets, parked wagons, and utterly silence
Holi in India is a festival of colours, I remember wildness of it since my childhood, what have been a puzzle for me is it's evening. They are most the gloomy evening I can recall.