Pyaaray Desh-nikaalay
Kadam kabhi peechay nahin muDtay
Plumeria phool ki khoshbookabhi nahin aati
Jab mere validain ne desh choDa
Tum jaantay ho ye hamesha k liyay tha
Jab ghoDay steppes se nikalatay hain
Fir vapis jaana unka mushkil ho jaata hai
Tum ek makoDay bun jaatae ho
Lataktay hue sooraj se ek dhaagay pe
Meri maaN ko puranau dariya ki yaad aati hai
Us k pephDon se ye behta rehta hai
Un ki ankhon ki tabeez main
Dariya ka kinara bandha rehtaa hai
Siberia k saras ki tarah
SardioN k baad vapis jaane ki tumain ijazat nahin milti
Tum ne mere bapu ka moonh pathar kaisa bana diya
Jo tairtaa aaya yahaN sgar k pani main
Har minute aagay baDa
Apnay bachpan k saal wahaN choDtay huay
Tum fir apnay bumb main ghisit gaye
Tum bargad k bikhray peD ki tarah ho
Jo fir se seekhta hai apni jaDain jamaanay ko
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Dear Exile,
Mai Der Vang - 1981-
Never step backNever a last
Scent of plumeria
When my parents left
You knew it was for good
It's a herd of horses never
To reclaim theirsteppes
You became a moth hanging
Down from the sun
Old riverCalling to my mother
Kept spilling out of her lungs
Ridgeline vista closed
Into the locket of their gaze
It's the Siberian crane
Forbiddento fly back after winter
You marbled my father's face
Floated him as stone over the sea
FurtherEvery minute
Emptying his child years to the land
You crawled back in your bomb
It's when the banyan must leave
Relearn to cathedral its roots
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