They say the love god was burnt to ashes
As such desire lost his body
and then came to haunt ours
The air will be strewn with
Colours of spring
Where Aparna found love
that Rati lost to fury
In that deep crevice of time,
Powdered vermillion lays out
Blood red paths of the unseen
They say, from ashes rises desire, each day
They say, nymphs seduce hopes, each day
And somewhere in a distant dream
I play holi with you dressed in white
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