Sitting on my window, O bird so bright With you my heart takes a long flight I cross the seas and reach my land To my people and my sand. There are my parents in constant wait Yearning for me and cursing the fate I will perch on their pane Would sing a song fain.
My notes will drag them out in open Their little bird again in their haven I will clasp my mother and ask again The question I repeated time and again Why is the society so cruel to us? Why sending us away and live with sons?
Dear Mam You write so well, you should publish these lyrical poems in an anthology. And one more this, these poems have that ability to be sung by English music artists. Well Done.
See you and If possible, I'll invite you for my play which will be performed at Tagore theatre, Chandigarh .
