Priya Tomar

Colours of shroud

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