Colour
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She says, oh, Holi!
Don't be late this time,
Come soon, I am waiting.
You come and love blossoms,
You are such a day,
To forget and forgive,
You are a jubilation of liveliness,
And of course, familial ties.
He says, No, Holi! Don't come,
You have already shown me,
So many colours.
And what mere left?
That you have come.
And now she is happy,
For the colours,
She has on her face.
But he is sad,
For a colour,
He has on his face.
Colour also has many colors.
She says colour paints the life,
And he says colour only stains the life.
In the race of colour discrimination,
She has gotten everything,
And he has lost everything.
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