Reach out
with
hands full of rainbows,
and fill frown lines
with laughter.
India
a coy maiden
drenches
in Kanha's mischief,
His reed song
swells in every heart.
Today
gypsy clouds
stoop low on Vrindavan,
borrowing a fistful of life
to play Holi
with a drunken sky.
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