Feast of the Senses by Sana Anand

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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