There is no bread
without hard work,
there is no happiness
in the poor’s house…
No matter how much
you fly with a feather of courage,
the stomach does not lose its appetite…
Due to intrusive intentions,
we have kept holding
the breath of breath,
otherwise death is not easy here…
It is heard that the whole world is celebrating Rangotsav,
but where different colors
are being used here…
There is a struggle in life that someday it will be relaxed, on the same day this colorful face will also be adorned.
In forced labor, we deal with helplessness, we paint the poor Holi also with sweat. ‘