LOTUS HEART
While the pyre is burning
You ask me to talk about light.
Fine, let's talk about light.
Hey, we could wait a little longer
And pass away the days
Counting each other's wrinkles - still, we’ll talk about light.
Yearning for the chandal's poker, you stoke the fire.
I search and search for my spark, talking more about light.
Though your laurel wreath's a burning ghat, I feel fire’s seeds in my breast.
While the pyre is growing within my heart’s heart,
Humanity goes on dozing; more fires start.
Then lotus petals ignite -
This is my fire, the flowering of my mother country's light.







