Untold Story 5 (A Different Holi) Poem by Indranil Bit

A full moon night in the middle of the Spring,
The night so special and so cherished by teen,
That night when colors fly to paint the wind,
To paint all lies and to shade all wounds,
Young and old congress to dance and sing,
Song and hue décor the eve of the Spring.

Aloof the entire world, I am walking in solitude,
The song! Heavy; The wind! Laden; A broken flute!

She is standing alone by the way, A sweet smile on her curvy lips;
A purple cheek on her right cheek, An appealing pair of eyelashes;
An emotional drift! my fingers touches her cheek; a whimsicality;
The purple hue sprinkles, my cheeks are red now, hers are milky pink;
Solitude! Phew! I am no more alone now; She is in my eyes, I am in hers;
O my dear wind! why do you carry Love on this full-moon night of the spring!