Holi Poems Greeting: Year after year purity of fire is challenged by evil, app...

Year after year
purity of fire
is challenged by evil,
appeased with offerings

A full moon looks on
as winds stoke embers
flare flames to a flickering dance

Right in the center
of crimson blaze
sits Holika Prahlad in her lap-her arms a circle of heat

White sparks fly from her hair
eyes smolder in fury;her mouth sucks in air,
engulfs rice and wheat

Wood chars,
coconuts splinter,
flowers singe
smearing earth with ash.

Year after year
faith survives.
Holika bur to Death.