For Widows of Vrindavan

For Widows of Vrindavan

the sky, for years, was white,
the hues, the walls, the food, the prayers,
all white - without depth or frame or reference

or relevance..

and then this year

the splash of holi
coloring our widowhood
with myriad of colors

like a rain starved earth filled with showers

colors on our white canvass

dripping
dripping to color even the space
between fingers of our legs...