After the Saawan’s showers of Grace,
With Master’s blessings upon this sacred place.
Out comes the brilliant arc of colored light,
The rainbow of Ishwar’s Love, What a wondrous sight.
With hues of red, orange, yellow, and blue.
Sparkling colors, with friends young, old, and new.
It reminds me of the tale which once was told.
The true wealth we seek isn’t made of gold.
The Love, the care and blessings of our Master.
Is our Only treasure, that’s all that must matter.
