Fill with colour my skies
Paint in visions beyond my eyes
Waltz to my mornings,comfort to my nights
Serenades to my soul,pristine love to my mind
Into the vale in such a beatific milieu
Rain over parched earth and sand
Thunder, it sings,clouds they are artful
Green is the horizon,swaying is the land
Oceans they are inviting,life,they are joyous insane
Forests, in their own languages they sing,infinite divine lanes
As paradise that we could have been
Life, you were a boon to begin.
Gaurav Chakrabarti 