You painted me crimson
By imprinting your lip mark right on my forehead
Turning my paleness into something pinky and bright
Ending the caterpillarness of mine,
Turning me into a beautiful butter-butter-fly..
With the magic strokes
Merchant of Colors
You painted my wings crimson
And look I am flying today..
High so high !
You turned me into Reshami- the silk thread..
Pulling out the thread from my cocoon..
Then you color my silkness into many shades…
From the wheel of colors you possess
The Merchant of colors
Bewitching me with packets of your colors
You turned me crimson
You colored me crimson
You painted me crimson
Oh! Merchant of colors
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