The merry of colours
Scattering the bits
of love and joy
The day of obliteration,
to the evil Holika
Deity ascend to tear
down evil
Even the boon couldn’t
impede the demise
Fire was her gift,
but became a curse.
A shield for the bona
fide, the true devotee Prahalda
His heart untainted
with devotion
Lord Hari; his spirit
Always secluded him
His aunt designed a mode
to slay
Her blaze immune means
bestow her scheme
Tried to execute him on
flames
She embraced him,
To the top, piles of fire wood
The flames glowed
with rage
Although destroyed
her in swap
Altering her boon.
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