I HEAR HER PAIN

Mystic soul hears the pain, she recites in routine
I'm neither a cardiologist nor ungreatful, a pacifist, warns" love is not a game;
Omnipresent knows the bird compassion and the mobocracy
She is as goddess in disgrace, open her mouth full of zest left legacy

O man! O lord! O time!
How can you ignore her?
She's so sweet does everything nicely
An angel, embodies the hope of youths

O past! O present! O songs of joy
It may be auspicious moment
Let it pass now in the air, in the mob
Let me recite her pain before die

ASHOK KUMAR -INDIA-