Wow,
One can never get used to of the praises and encouragement I guess and that too coming from friends (Papajee who is Swati?). Sridhar coudn,t read my poem as he is not used to of reading hindi so for his benefit I am somehow trying to justify the "Boozh to kaun" poem in English though I don,t think I have done full justice to it but what the heck I tried...you guys tell me what you think of it.....
Who am I....
Tell me..tell me... who am I....
In the innocence of a sleeping child,
first rays of the morning sun,
misty eyes of a seeking nun,
in the artists's creation and
faqeer's meditation,
tell me, tell me...
who am I.....
So far away from home...
who do you seek when alone,
I know no colour, cast or creed,
I am not black, brown or white...
I cry when you destroy and bleed...
Tell me..tell me...
who am I....
Wake up or you will perish,
I made one world..
you divide and rule...
I nurture and cherish
you being bad.. but hey I am cool,
tell me..tellme..
who am I.. who am I...
