One evening,
Come that evening.
One evening
I shall go away, I shall go away
And you will feel heavy for that,
But what that can I do,
What can you,
Except being sad and lonely?
If possible, remember me, remember me sometimes
But I have nothing as that to recall and remember
As I shall be dead and gone away, my friend.
Holding the heart breath.I feelWhere are they going?
As for professing romanticism,An evening full ofShayari and muhabbat.
Can feel it,Can say itWhat it,It happens in her life,The life,The life of a woman.
SingingIn the cane fields,An indentured labourerOn a British shipSailing farWith no hope forThe return journeyTo be back home,A coolie in an alien land.
And the temple.The Surya-mandirWith SuryanarayanaInside within.The Chariot-templeAs the cart of SuryanarayanaDriven by mythical horses.The archaeological Chariot-wheelWith the Sun-godFlashing over and radiating splendidly.
And the breeze blows itMildly,A scent,Some sort of aromaEngulfsEnlighteningThe soulAnd the spirit.
