Holi in Hyderabad
Walking down the street of bangle-sellers
Pleases the woman in me
Everyone is Radha, everyone Krishna
Some bhang-drunk are Narasimha in choler
Everyone is dyed red in the blood
Hindu and Moslem; families turn Turk
Boys have pressed the fruit to their lips and dyed
Holi has them by the collar
"There is no man or woman / only the god of love"
In bed I find my hand through the haze
Dipped as if in red.
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