Left wife my life, left daughter my laughter
Left evening magic tea, left orbital serenity
Left space transit heaven, left rain early pain
Left even all my friends on a solitary terrain
Left everything for a home at the end of a blind lane
This time alone on my shady way from 'Mumbai to Milan'
Thirsty farmers, friendless hills, numb factory shades,
'dressed orchards, smooth spiral roads
'lonely bridges, frozen village huts,
'forlorn pump house, small retiring mountains
Left all to map the home at the end of a blind lane
But I don't know when, where and how
Blue sky accepts the friendship of mine
Gets stars, gets food and gets friends to dine
