Paint me black and I'm still breathing Paint me white and I'm still gazing At the healing of promising walls & Chopped wires whilst billion calls
Don't count the pain , count on aids Cause I'm mirror today admiring your shades You ain't the flower , hailing to fade Taste a cup of world , which I'd made
No more vertices , the corners are cuts Drop-down a Poaceae and a fist designing huts No jute , no rope , just half sinked voice acts as nuts Not a poetical but paradise exists betwixt and bygone ifs and buts.
inhaling caged wind that made me bind In creepy imported textiles covering as blind Enormous instrumne depleting humble kinds The writs , some edits and dark dungeons tending to grind
Many souls left in theft of prosperous festives Unheard are those bullets fought against deceptives The epitome of Martyr soaked in Himalayan skin of Esteve Who erased the circulation in heart and left their blood for prosperous prospective
The prosperous breeze and versatility handling hands Harvesting soil glimmering in carpets of green came out of reign of sand Courageous troops and real heroics , leading a soulful solace of rebellious band All are gifts of those kind hearted bravery echoing in grand expansion of my land .