Holi

He came home like this
and nearly made me faint
saying he is my son
under all that paint

He was much worse - he says,
before his dip in the sea
This is after an hour in the water
cleaning up for me

He has to be excavated
sanitized and quarantined
Now you know why
I look old, grey and lined

Thinking of the Holis to come
my heart goes out to the ocean
What its colour would become
I have a pretty good notion

~ Shanta ~

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