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.