The festival of holi knocks the door. The festival of colour. With joy all around, making this po em scary is so much fun.
I wake up in the season of festivity
I see outside, People playing holi.
Drenched in water, draped in hues
Looking like zombies.
Approaching me with bloodshot eyes
Oh god! should i be scared?
Will they rob me, or will they kill me?
Written for Word count by Mama Zen
