Wind O wind take me to the place,
Most parched of all from all the bright days,
Where people look up and worship the Sun,
To hide for a while and set in some glum.
Clouds O Clouds, wrap me so tight,
Let go of me over the gloomy fields,
Where bards pray in palaces and slums,
For a good rain from the heavens above.
Ocean O Ocean churn some more like me,
I’ll take thee where you’ve never been,
To sacred lands and mighty hills,
To concrete towns and green jungles.
Time O Time move fast and ri
As I took off from the land of dreams,
Of love, patience and families,
Of homes, of the Sun and the rain,
Of enormous joys and of pains.
Through wet eyes I saw something pretty,
Screaming loud in it's winding path,
I saw the mighty Ganges.
She was there thousands of feet below,
Yet looked so beautiful and full of glow,
The Sun was shining hard on her,
No clouds there were between me and her.
The channel was open for some thoughts,
Between a mother and a son on the run,
Running away from his h
O my dear country men,
With a heavy mind and eyes swollen,
Recall the sacrifices of those who died,
Fighting for us with unfriendly tides.
When the mightly Himalayas bled,
When our freedom was challenged,
Till the last breadth they fought,
Till the last body had a shot,
And when they fell to race to freedom,
Their bayonets softened to carry their heads
They then slept on them, those brave souls,
Those mighty soldiers the ultimate guardians.
When India was lit up with Deewali lights,
They played
As we toil towards our daily breads,
Under various Suns, skies and clouds,
In places in, far and near,
To India, our motherland.
Let's pause in our thoughts, and various deeds,
To think about those because of who,
We do see cities, valleys and fields,
We do live our momets, we do breathe.
This thing has been repeated many a time,
By many an Indian in various climes,
Yet it does not match the spirit and valour
Of thousands who went down, the Indian soldiers,
Fighting for us, enconsed in cosy c
What is this congregation so dense and noisy,
What’s the cause that has woken up the lazy?
Must be a strong, energetic, a vociferous leader & orator,
One who can just sway masses at will, an interesting narrator!
I push my way through, anxious to reach the core,
But soon realize that only will is required, nothing more
There is no core, no leader is to be seen,
Chanting in unison the masses with souls so clean.
Sporting Gandhian topis with “Swaraj” writ large and clear,
I sense a strange love in
