Dark gloomy faces
And Torn dresses
Cannot even afford
A tinge of gulal
My White holi dress
My dark ashamed face
Couldn't even make'em smile
Those eyes behind curls
One dark small...
Once a brave matriarch
Now a widow with a failing heart
Faltering steps, feeble voice
Empty eyes wait for the final act.
Her three daughters in distant lands
Possess...
