Fest of Colours

by Dr. Sunil Sharma

Under an umbrella,
Sits a quiet boy,
At the edge of the
Busy road,
Selling multi-colours,
Of Holi,
On a hot
March afternoon,
Unable to use the
Tempting colours,
For himself/friends,
The child waits eagerly,
For indifferent clients;

If this big-eyed boy,
In a torn shirt,
Is unable to sell
The assorted colours,
And bring some cash for the
Starving family,
He will
Not be able to
Play this Holi.

27-Mar-2013

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Comments on this Poem

Thanks a lot Rupradha.

sunilsharma
08-Feb-2014 22:12 PM

A compelling read

gopal
08-Feb-2014 11:27 AM

Thanks a lot Rupradha.

sunilsharma
30-Mar-2013 09:03 AM

very touchy

Rupradha
30-Mar-2013 03:16 AM