The blooming flower and the gushing wind,
The still sun, the twirling creepers,
Would they go beyond skies?
Or will always remain with us?

The fragrance, the dew, and the yellow light,
Spreads among the bundles and bundles of cotton!
The rain paves a way for the creation of colours,
The sunset never disappoints, instead, enhances the glamour..

The souls and heals, all in a person,
When the tender...