I hear the steady beat of the dholki in the distance
I wonder why?
Then I see the dead giveaway,
Bursts of color in the sky
The smell of my favourite meal “puri aloo” lingers in the air
I run my fingers through the smooth piles of colored powder lying on the chair.
The sweet chocolate burfi melts on my tongue
I put on my old clothes and get ready for a day full
My favorite holiday is here
Holi is the best time of the year!
- by Sana Anand (age 10)
This poem was an entry for our 2016 Summer Writing Competition
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