white hides
Soulless secret
In heart tides
Rise with regret
Shroud is red
From toes to head
Glowing gems and jewels
On lips no vowels
Brave soul wears
Saffron , no tears
Embrace coldness
For motherland\'s grace
Colourless for those
Questing musings in prose
Once in desert a blooming rose
Now in streams cactus grows