My teacher taught me new rhyme todayThis one shall be my favourite
It is all in the rhythm and beat
I like the way it sounds
It is about the colors of the world
I shall sing it for you
Red, the color of the liquid that comes out
when you cut throats
Blue, the color of the cold hands
once the life is sucked out
Green, those are the flags which
have to be burnt
ofcourse after the people with the flags are lynched
Saffron, that is the color that takes it all
Black, that is what you get
once fire from the burning bodies is extinguished
White that is the color that remains
once the job is methodically done
I like the way it sounds
Isn't it a very colorful world
Haven't I told you
This shall be my favourite
