‘Twas the night before Holi and all through Bombay,
not a pigment was tossed not even green-gray.
White Kurtas were hung by the window with care,
In hopes that a color parade soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of a color war danced in their heads.
With ‘Ma in their Kurta and I in my white,
We had just settled down for a bon-fire filled night.
When out on the street, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I drove like a car,
Tore open the curtains and unlocked the bar.
The moon was abreast on the cobble-stone road,
Giving peace to the people, the cows, and the goat.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a pot-laced bhang-lassi and locals who sneer.
With a rainbow of pigments so bright and so rolly
I knew right away that it must be the Holi!
More rapid than eagles the colors they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called me by name.
“Now teachers, and students, and parents, and pets!
On children, now go on, and leave no regrets.
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall,
Hues dash away, dash away, dash away all!”
We sprang from our couches and dressed in all white,
and grabbed all our colors and spray guns to fight.
And we heard, ‘er we danced in the courtyard, delighted
“Happy Holi to all and to all become brighted!”
Can’t wait to play Holi tomorrow!
For more info on what’s in store for me tomorrow…