The poor daughter of India,

And forlorn,Going somewhere aimlessly?O, give you a helping handTo come of her distress and agony!

Was he a Catholic,An Irish manOr a political activist?

And oh, jobless and unclaimed overIn this age of privatization, globalization and liberalizationIn the aftermath of Mikhail Gorbachev’s glasnost and perestroika,Handsome pay packets, packages and bands,Golden handshaking and voluntary retirement schemeTo do money-lending and enter the corporate sectorAs a business managerOr magnet,Falling short of a tycoon,Confuse not with the typhoonWhile on the other hand, find…

So devastated and distraughtLeading to ruin and spoil,The highway horrible and terribleOutwardly looks it smoothAnd leadingBut quite misleading is it,So unbelievable and disastrousThe highwayLuring and devastating.

Nuclear wars,No,No more warsAfter Nagasaki and HiroshimaAnd war on Vietnam,Say,Say, no,No to wars!

Gave solidarity, stability to the nationWhen in trouble,Bailing out of the crisis.

You can seeWhere my global village is,My global village lies it here,See you the positioning of itOn the world map.

With the melody taking farTo reminiscence and recollectionOf the spent together withAnd the mistake committedIn realizing itThe relationship,The bond of loveWith a tinge of love and missing,Missing and losing.

Where the light is not?Light, light you those dark cornersWhere there is darkness all around the place.

And getting dizzyAnd falling sickTo clutch it alongAs for confusing with samsakara.A Brahmin South India mathematician’s son,Astrologic and horoscopic,He too like his fatherMixingAstrology with astronomy,A Kathaka dancer of comic and irony.

Ccheccha kaha yaa khoratha.Anga locale dialect poemsAngika poetry,Ccheccha or Khoratha.