He was like the egret on holi.
Unfazed by the music and colors.
Like the bhaang in the thandai,
he was the reason for the madness.
They swayed to his love songs –
men, women and children alike.
He stole their hearts and souls
with the music from his pipe.
They surrounded him on his way
screaming and shouting his name.
The fever raged through the day;
it showed no signs of abating.
Others accused him of sorcery,
and tried very hard to catch him.
But he escaped like the breeze,
for he was like the egret on holi.
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Very unique…nice one.
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