Color me red with your red ink stain

 On my body , you splurge  your spread

Within soft cleavage of my bosom you  stain

A split of a second is all it takes  to shower

To be smeared with paint , and a  name forever

In the game of Holi festival fevor each year 

The colors of love once again for me  the play

The pranks you played, the immature image of yours

You take my desires to a crescendo ,

The music is sweet, I hear  from yonder the beats

It is  the time of  youth ,once more I am there

The  glory of the flowers, the stain of its color

Color me red   and will you  once again  be my love?

For the memory of those days O! Krishna

  Where I am mesmeraised by the passion of  youth.

And you the flowers are sole witness to my ordeal

 Your stain so bright and flowers just sweet

Color me red with your burning  love

O Flame of the forest now how you beckon me

So  I be lost in your vast colors

To watch you bloom  and hang on boughs low

 Widespread in forests, a  carpet of red velvet flow

 A scene   so captivating  every   spring

I splurge in the beauty of this seasonal wonder

As I go down the memeory lane with my Krishna!