Holi the festival of color's speaks eternal truth.All our struggle from womb to tomb is vague
Our identity with body with our existence.
The beautiful and ugly become one of our ego and prejudice hide in the side the colors our identity vanishes.
We are only human beings with flesh and blood.
All our suffering is one we are the importal child of one.
The difference of reach and poor, powerful and weak the master and the servant.
This is the all merges and makes us one great message get the festival of Holi.
Our identity with body with our existence.
The beautiful and ugly become one of our ego and prejudice hide in the side the colors our identity vanishes.
We are only human beings with flesh and blood.
All our suffering is one we are the importal child of one.
The difference of reach and poor, powerful and weak the master and the servant.
This is the all merges and makes us one great message get the festival of Holi.
