Sacred Gujiya: A Holi Delight
Embracing Tradition in the Colors of Holi
In the colors of Holi, vibrant and bright,
A sweet treat beckons, a pure delight.
With every bite, a taste of tradition,
Gujiya, beloved in every rendition.
In the kitchens of India, hands busy at play,
Kneading dough with love, in a rhythmic sway.
Filling it with khoya, nuts, and spice,
Creating a masterpiece, oh so nice.
Folded with care, sealed with a twist,
Each Gujiya a treasure, not to be missed.
Fried to perfection, or baked with grace,
A symphony of flavors, in every embrace.
Golden brown, with a hint of sweet,
Crunchy on the outside, soft in its seat.
Dusted with sugar, a sprinkle of love,
Gujiya, a gift from the heavens above.
As friends and family gather 'round,
The sweet aroma fills the air, profound.
With laughter and joy, they celebrate,
The spirit of Holi, the love innate.
So here's to Gujiya, our cherished treat,
A symbol of love, oh so sweet.
In every bite, a taste of bliss,
In every moment, a Holi kiss.
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Shwet Prabha Baiswar
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Holi as well as Diwali