O, The Pretty Sister

Yellow clouds crowd you like a torrential rain

Yet you feel like a stubborn heart

Never letting your God worship you in psychadelic light

A shaffron moon shines on your forehead

As if you you are the half sky expanding in infinity

Your forehead holds the other half at a distance

O, the sistter of the far away land,

Will you ever walk along the aisles of eternity?



No siren is ringing in the valley of tranquility

Darkness has retreated back slowly into the light

All the flowers have assembled at your behest

Auburn hunger has rekindled the hearth

Nobody will go empty-handed in this pretty season

No children will ever be left motherless as you pray

Only the void world look down on your path of salvation

You will be the high queen in a wonderland.



O, the pretty sister, hug the children of mankind

Raise them on your half sky

They will bear the other half of your legacy

And they will burn the towering inferno.

Patches of Green

High wind has blown away the sky

Waves of mutiny have not yet died down

Days have shouted into the collapse of nights

Will the dark days ever be smiling on their face?

Patches of green still peeping into the silent valley

All have left home in search of life

Loneliness ravaging in stark haplessness

All have fallen at the feet of Mother Nature

Will she smile on these hapless creatures?



She never assures

She never scares lesser mortals

She only consoles all souls with heavenly bliss

So, why so flurry, brethren, why so flurry?

Do not you hear the voice that shows you the way

Do not you see the green patches of hope?

Come, boatmen, do come

Hold your fort and the storms will be away

The water will be the shiny way to reach the shore of your life

Your boats will never run aground against your fate

And Mother Nature will sing songs of river for you.

O, Drum-beater!

O, drum-beater!

Beat your drum, beat your sweated chest

Our souls are crying for sounds of bereaving silence

Beat your drum in ecstastic frenzy

We are all dying for rains in cloudbursts

The streams never sluice through our aisles

Our valley is weeping in wells of tears

Millions of stomachs stoking fire in hunger

Millions of footsteps walking along the valley

Voices have joined voices to reach God's haven

Will the heavenly bliss smile on their faces?



Do, drum-beater, do

Trumpet our voice in your drum

Let our million voices reach the shore

We are all in one in quest of our destiny

We will conquer our hunger, we will conquer the world

Our victory will be for our life

Someday we will paint the whole sky in our sweat and blood.

Hold Your Head High, Mother!

Hold your head high, mother
Burn your desires in flames of your agony
God will never rescue you, God will never forgive you
Why are you crying in vain?
Stormy petrel sings for you
The fairy girl has danced all the way
Will you ever dream for your soulful life?
Will you once walk along the aisle for your salvation?

Look at those stars dancing at your feet
The sky is smiling on your roar of silence
Lift your veil and pray to them from your heart
They will save you from your disguises
They will raise your soul's voice to the seventh sky
Why are you lowering your self in vain?

Someday the storms will fly in rage
All the devils will be driven back
The rains will drizzle like flower
And you will get back your hime and hearth
And your hunger will never prick your pains
Your face will glow softly in the burning sun
Darkness will never step into your world

Oh, Mother! Hold your head high, Mother!