I wish I could tell you that
On the eve you are born;
The needles are just everywhere,
And they would prick you hard.
I see you are fading,
Looming motionless in a pool, Parting water
And hacking your way through 'watery desert'.
I see your tears beaming like beadles --
Droplets of which, soaked in bloody love.
You care just a fig at times,
Give a damn to what people call -- institution;
Anxious at times, fearing of 'ground lost', in home and abroad.
Who then, instilled a germ into the seedbed
And you nourish it in perfect serenity?
You will feed it and let it grow,
Because, the pigmy cells come with a burst of life.
This is how you were born sometime,
Giving your ship a direction;
I wish I could see that joy in your parents' face.
Yet in every cyclic year, you come round and round
To remember that Day;
And afterward, in the timeline, you do stay;
And I wish, I could tell you