Red, green, yellow, purple...
Hay, hay please don't venture a counting
And don't be foolish
This is springtime here...
The remotest you can imagine
There is my village with million colours
And don't be foolish to count it
This is springtime here
This is springtime here
Neverending walkways take you to
Always breathtaking planes and valleys
And mesmerized you will fly
Deeper into the mystery of awesomeness
The remotest you can imagine
There is my village with million colours
Rippling of streams and chirping of birds
Are subsumed into that beauty
And heavenly nature dews in sweet music
The remotest you can imagine
There is my village with million colours
#OpenPoem
