Oh Swallow high you fly
Shielding the sun with thy glory
Hovering over the mountain summits
In the stillness of night
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Pot full of porridge
Brings my lass
Gliding in the air with
Her tops fluttering gently!
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“The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother's side, yet this very love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent.”
The above is reversed in many cases
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Tired of the road so tough
Looking for the meaning
Turned around to see the big and small
To revisit and review
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(Based on the life of a family friend whose wife became visually impaired at the age of 44 and abandoned by the two sons)
Is it the price of my looking?
Every moment of my life
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(This poem is by a prisoner condemned to death, waiting for the gallows the next morning)
City reflected in a mirror
Looking caged inside
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It’s a great thing to be loved
Greater thing to love
Dreaming of living
In the desert dunes
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All along the day
A million words spilled all over
Thousands of mails
And hundreds of calls
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Crimson red accompanying
Leafy clouds trying to shield
Still below the mountain ahead
Ocean water glaring thy splendor
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Preface
Necessity for this Translation Work:
One of my friends wanted the meaning of the above great work; after 6 months I got the original songs; complete meaning was still evading
The beauty is that I am in Mumbai India and my friend is in a foreign land; both of us have many relatives in India
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