Colours are not seven,
But seven, seven, seven
Crores, crores, crores,
That can not be counted.
Colours as as many as
Numbers as the creatures
Of this world. And colours
Are changing from time to time
To suit the circumstances.
You cannot named any colours
It is like that, or
It is like this.
What you see, what you hear,
And what you talk all are
Truth but all they are
Beyond the truth.
You have no right to
Say anything falsehood.
The clouds, the sky
The air, the earth,
The water, the light,
Everything and everything
Is here as before,
But all are not there
As before, All these are
With you in love.
Accept them with love,
Tell everything okay
And live life as wonder.
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