like powered turmeric...
laughing on the face of bride..
and the colour pours,
first the yellow,
skies's valiant
glistering glowing through the clouds...like a silken loom
on the gold threads...
shining on the bloom
of field's sunflowers
water's a velvet
water 's a wet molten gold...
flowing slowly
through the lands...
sidewards the flowery dancers...
then the blue,
Skies's hidden thoughts speak'en
woven through the golden..
the blue, the violet, glowing
and for the crimson flowers
Water's hidden thoughts speak'en
strips of golden blues,
dances in the waves.
the third is green,
the leaves dream...
the nature's realm..
for the perfect cycle...
and when the green's
reflect on skies and waters...
the trees and the brown hut...
the sun yawns...
and the country shines with the new colour...
-K.N.Singh"Wonderful", "Powerful!"
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