Sailing through the blues,
Dreaming in the greens,
What colors mean to the nature,
is the blessing of the divine!
The winters are pink,
The Summers make red,
Rainbow in the spring,
Thus all the time spent!
When the roses are maroon,
And celebrations gold and silver,
I try to quench my thirst,
When the eyes fill the river!
(2002)
© Sweta Gupta
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
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