The journey that began in another world continues in this one.
What is the right way? How do we know? Who will tell us? What is all around us is called nature.
The natural world did not come by itself.Someone created it with a magnificent purpose.
How nature manifested itself,helped guided saved protected and revealed itself will be the content of this special blog.For I sang the freedom song for years
in vain, in pain,
One day I will return
O my homeland ,my heaven, land of
pure peace,
I am the native child, born in captivity
my feet never touched my beloved soil
I breathed but for a while in mother’s
lap,
In sleep, led away, far away, to refuge
One day I will return, I sang my song-
It is a nightmare
futile dream of the happy return
my earth oozes martyrs’ blood spills
resounds with raped women’s screams
burns with saffron spreads in wide fields
weeps with weeping willows in the streams
One day I will return, and I sang my song,
in vain, in pain
I am the houseboat abandoned
I am the ‘shikara’ floating,empty
I am the moaning water of Dal
I am the aroma of sweet apples
I am the snow of mountain tops
I am the color of pansies and lotus
I am the child of a captive state
One day I will return I sang my song
in vain, in pain
But now my heart is silent,my voice
stilled, my feet in fetters, my home
locked, my road blocked, guarded,
I am tired of pellets bullets and gas,
I am cold like a stone, no ‘Kangarri’
I carry , no greens or beans I cook
I am but a listed item, a numberless
number, a lost identity, snatched
wrenched annexed conquered.
My song of freedom rings aloud
but can anyone hear? Will anyone
come? Will anyone cry for me? Or
my land, to set free? Perhaps one day,
my voice reaches the stars.
Showers the rain which pours free
and washes away the mud of captivity
breaks the chains lifts the barriers and
calls-
shaking the soil, tearing up roots
I pray, hope
It is all a dream-
In vain I feel, in pain I try to-sleep
