Diyas gleamed,

Prayers were sung, 

A lighted pathway,

We all seek...

The bell shall sing the prayers tied to it,

Coloured bright hopes,

Sincerely believe so...

Coloured symphony,

The nature sings...

Silent beauty,

It holds on still...

A distant story it seemed to tell,

Of the craters that silently stood,

And darkness that curtained it,

Unveiling its covers...

Only of what it wanted to...