In colors so bright, the tale is told,
Of Holika Dahan from stories old.
Where good triumphs over shadows deep,
And evil's grasp finds no retreat.
Amidst the hues of crimson red,
The righteous path is firmly tread.
Like Prahlad's faith, unwavering and true,
In every heart, the light breaks through.
Yet in this world, where injustice looms,
And trust remains but a fragile bloom,
We play a game of betrayal and lies,
Where truth is veiled, beneath disguise.
It's not easy to trust in these fleeting days,
For masks conceal in the darkest ways.
But still, we seek in the light's trace,
And strive for love in every space.
So let us gather, hand in hand,
And paint our world with colors grand.
For in the festival of Holi's grace,
We find the strength to trust and embrace.
Sweety
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