From Buryat civilization near Lake Baikal
To the creek lanes of Rwanda of Africa
I am roaming in search of you
Your magnificence and grace outshine even
The aroma and delight of Seleni
Never knew you were so self-conceited!
Conscience, you are a far off island
To the stars of evening
There in the dense forest of cinnamon
Scattered are the pearls of peace and love
in profound desolation - a beautiful rendezvous
Nevertheless, you are so morose!
The deadly war, blood on roads, plaintive voice of hunger
Beatless souls of our brothers and sisters on roads,
An act of brutal hands on their chests by my another brothers
And the success of today’s neo-civilization
All are true but not the last word - even today
Helios appears, in the twist of time, defying the power of Nyx
Every day ships arrive in our harbors with crops
Those are golden surprises to million deaths
The city in other part of the world is burning in flame
Bewildered mother running with her baby in the lap
No one knows, for a handful of maize for the baby,
how many times she faced violation on her chastity!
Sound of boots and bullets have made
the air of this cold night very heavy
Men and women who had many dreams are no more
Their departed souls have left with many questions
Words of judgment is crying in desolation
All are true but not the last word
Conscience, delay of green leaves is
Not their denial to appear on the stems
The civilization has now gone into profound ailment
Yet men are in debt to this beautiful earth
One-day, salvation will arrive on this road flaming humanity
These are profound work of sagacious men of many decades
Until then, Conscience, my heart is to you.
To the creek lanes of Rwanda of Africa
I am roaming in search of you
Your magnificence and grace outshine even
The aroma and delight of Seleni
Never knew you were so self-conceited!
Conscience, you are a far off island
To the stars of evening
There in the dense forest of cinnamon
Scattered are the pearls of peace and love
in profound desolation - a beautiful rendezvous
Nevertheless, you are so morose!
The deadly war, blood on roads, plaintive voice of hunger
Beatless souls of our brothers and sisters on roads,
An act of brutal hands on their chests by my another brothers
And the success of today’s neo-civilization
All are true but not the last word - even today
Helios appears, in the twist of time, defying the power of Nyx
Every day ships arrive in our harbors with crops
Those are golden surprises to million deaths
The city in other part of the world is burning in flame
Bewildered mother running with her baby in the lap
No one knows, for a handful of maize for the baby,
how many times she faced violation on her chastity!
Sound of boots and bullets have made
the air of this cold night very heavy
Men and women who had many dreams are no more
Their departed souls have left with many questions
Words of judgment is crying in desolation
All are true but not the last word
Conscience, delay of green leaves is
Not their denial to appear on the stems
The civilization has now gone into profound ailment
Yet men are in debt to this beautiful earth
One-day, salvation will arrive on this road flaming humanity
These are profound work of sagacious men of many decades
Until then, Conscience, my heart is to you.
Andis
Kolkata
September, 2010
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