The warm yellow gold glow
The heated reds and crimson
The sweet greens and dry browns
The soft gentle blues
Wash over my tired soul
All the colours
seem to say
Welcome to stay
my far away friend
Possibilities
of
India
Endless
The warm yellow gold glow
The heated reds and crimson
The sweet greens and dry browns
The soft gentle blues
Wash over my tired soul
All the colours
seem to say
Welcome to stay
my far away friend
Possibilities
of
India
Endless