Fest of colours

Under an umbrella,

Sits a quiet boy,

At the edge of the

Busy road,

Selling multi- colours,

Of Holi,

 On a hot

March afternoon,

Unable to use the

Tempting colours,

For himself/friends,

The child waits eagerly,

For indifferent clients;

If the big-eyed boy,

In a torn shirt,

Does not sell

The assorted colours off,

And brings some cash for the

Starving family,

He will

Not be able to

Play this Holi.