Poem on Holi

The festival of colours is round the bend, 

The evil spirits are about to end.

Everywhere there is joy and glory, 

But why is it celebrated? Here is the story.

Once upon a time there lived Hiranyakashipu, a mighty king,

He was the evilest among everyone and everything.

He wanted everyone to pray and obey him,

But there came a voice of a boy singing a God’s hymn.

And to everyone’s surprise he was Prahlad, his son,

Hiranyakashipu said angrily, “Now you are done.”

Hiranyakashipu’s sister Holika had got a boon that the fire will,

Never hurt her and thus she sat on the pyre with Prahlada to grill.

But the mighty Lord Vishnu took an avatar of a half lion – half man,

He killed Hiranyakashipu and Prahlada and Vishnu won.


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