in utter immortal throb
like a wingless bird you are flown
as if in deep penance
for human pain
horizon is not the end that is your larger world
golden may be the paddy field
but that shall not quench the yearnings of poverty…
starved human relations
my children their feet on wooden broken bridge
to and fro
to and fro
too long but walk on
the winglessness leaps up
they try to fly
little lights from little homes by the deep forest
little lights from fireflies
village folk sing songs
you along call the tune
you are like the river kolong
silently flowing by the village kebang
your tender finger knows how to hold
flute in your lips,
love cannot be sold
sing on…songs are purer than what human say
live on…life in itself has power than what may
you sit on the broken bridge and watch the river flowing
it flows flows and keeps on flowing silently
it does not say anything
let us not say anything for what pain is
let life flow silently
for life knows how to live on
ripples are going to become big waves
rivers deep sea
you heard the river cry
and asked every wayfarer ‘can you hear the cry of the river’
you heard me crying
then you heard the human cry
dread not the fire
Feel the Invisible force
Never slay the love in you
play on the flute my child
and reach for me
a new sun
we shall gift this world
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