Look at the floating bubbles!
With colours of the rainbows,
Rising gently to the open blue sky,
Happiness for all.
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Look at the rain drops!
Like precious pearls from the sky,
A blessing for thirsty earth,
Bursting life after death.
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If you happen to pass my little mount,
Open your heart to its silent sound,
Hear my hollow forgotten song,
Of cruelty, injustice and all that wrong.
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See this stump of a tree…
ravished before by a terrible storm,
It’s new shoots has grown big,
And now bearing again the sweetest flowers and fruits.
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Today you come again,
O little birds on my tree,
In numbers playing and singing,
Jumping from little branch to little branch,
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In a village factory,
Women old and young…
Roasting cashew nuts in black rusty barrels,
Faces and sarees darkened in soot,
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Twilight,
Every time my bus passed this Bangalore road,
It never stopped to amaze me.
The streets are always busy with activities,
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Between a dry desert and a green valley,
Where will you prefer to be?
To build a home and raise my family,
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