My colour, voice and hope as pride,
Walked this peacock dancing in rain,
Time, the hunter hunted me,
Started plucking feather after feather of mine.
Our karma of previous birth chases us,
Deforestation leads no oxygen for us,
Passion for breathing fresh healthy air,
Drove me to dart the air.
......
My colour, voice and hope as pride,
Walked this peacock dancing in rain,
Time, the hunter hunted me,
Started plucking feather after feather of mine.
Our karma of previous birth chases us,
Deforestation leads no oxygen for us,
Passion for breathing fresh healthy air,
Drove me to dart the air.
......