Peace, love, India
Bloom like a rosy sea!
Waxing the sun of a cloud
Turned as a lone way to the sky!
Up the hill tops break my eye,
I view the phantom of the sky.
A baleful light lies in my eye!
My search is as a cordon of clay
And chains me with its trustful art.
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