Sthal padmas, land lotuses
Blooming,
See them
And begin your morning with
Viewing them,
Sthal padmas, land lotuses
Looking white, whitier
But taking colour on,
Changing
And it reddening, growing pink,
So tender and soft,
Cotton roses,
Sthal padmas, land lotuses
Blooming ands attracting
With its changing colour,
Looking white,
Pinking, reddening before
To wither away and drop.
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