HYMNALAYA

Walking into the city

walking on palm leaves

on the road people gather

some even sing



They are gathered to meet me

they are cheering for me

all of them are smiling

celebrating me



I mistake the praise of another

I am a colt for a King



The path is covered in colours

of clothes that are set for me

marking the way to the city

and paying respect to me



Their voices are filled praise

their eyes filled with admiration



I mistake the praise of another

I am a colt for a King