My Consciousness Is Not In My Home
My consciousness is not in my home, it is not there,
Rather it runs across the world entire
To sing the song of pain observing
The terrible misery that I could see here.
All they are tumbling in great fear,
Fairy air is not blowing there
Blackish hell engulfs the air.
The kids, the mother are crying profusely
My heart and soul flown away
To that fervent land of fire
With a lament heart
That I bear.
How could I stay in my home
With the glory of Mars?
When they are calling me continuous.
So my heart is fiery in anger
To earn a revolt there.
My consciousness is not in my home, it is not there,
Rather it runs across the world entire and
I sing the song of pain observing
The terrible misery here.
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