She had changed colours to please her eyes
her soft sight covers the earth ,
her fond beauty dumbs the earth , commenting ‘silence ‘.
She was green back in her old days ,
had changed, green to golden .
Her plumule attire took shape of a fancied red fruit.
And again she had changed .
She is no more golden but white .
Tranquil in her beauty . Tranquil in nature .
She is like a pure white serenity ,
of the mountainous landscape .
She does not smell , she breathes.
She does not moan ,
neither complains against time .
She is brimming in every possible way .
No more jovial but serene .
Her queer attire is like a spontaneous flow ,
creating, rather painting beauty .