It's a beautiful day
Blue sky, green grass
I have a lot to do today
But alas!
The wind has begun to blow
Reminding me of another land
I do not hear the sound of that crow
For this is not my sand.
Skaters and cyclists are all I see
Children and their mothers are all I can hear
I wonder where is that tree
Oh! I wish it were near.
So much to see
Yet I crave to go back
To listen to the buzz of that bee
To see that night, that colour so black.
Hours becoming days
Days becoming weeks
The pendulum, slowly it sways
I can almost hear the emptiness speak.
The noise is not the same
Nor is the silence
But they are not to blame
For it is my own inner turbulence.
Now as I am about to leave this park
Flashes of that neighbourhood come, yet again
Where is that dove, that dog's bark?
Where is that sun, that crowded lane?
- Disha Wahi
Blue sky, green grass
I have a lot to do today
But alas!
The wind has begun to blow
Reminding me of another land
I do not hear the sound of that crow
For this is not my sand.
Skaters and cyclists are all I see
Children and their mothers are all I can hear
I wonder where is that tree
Oh! I wish it were near.
So much to see
Yet I crave to go back
To listen to the buzz of that bee
To see that night, that colour so black.
Hours becoming days
Days becoming weeks
The pendulum, slowly it sways
I can almost hear the emptiness speak.
The noise is not the same
Nor is the silence
But they are not to blame
For it is my own inner turbulence.
Now as I am about to leave this park
Flashes of that neighbourhood come, yet again
Where is that dove, that dog's bark?
Where is that sun, that crowded lane?
- Disha Wahi
