In my childhood dreams……..
My inner soul screams
“I can’t remember my motherland”
In the morning dawn, when I feel the briskly air….
When the scorching sun bends my back
And then I search for the snow sack
I have just one answer….
“I can’t remember my motherland”
In the’ good morning’ wishes
When I search for that affectionate “namaskar”
In the enchanting prayers of shivratri till navreh
There are words screeching ‘happy new year’
And I am in search of “navreh mubarak”
I have just one answer…..
“I can’t remember my motherland”
In the ancient temples when I search for kheer bhawani
Or when in McDonald’s I miss the dumaloo
When wandering on the m.g.road I search for that ‘lal chowk’
I have just one answer…..
“I can’t remember my motherland”
In search for heaters when I feel the kangri
Or while wearing all those branded cardigans
I miss my very own “pheran”
When in the’ rat race’ of today, I search for the peace and pace of life…
I have just one answer………
“I can’t remember my motherland”
But yes
In the killing of thousands
In the suicide bombers,
In the terrorism of today,
In the suffering of mankind,
In the tears of mothers
“I can remember my motherland”
“I can remember my motherland”
………………………………parul kaul
Glossary:-
navreh mubarak-happy new year
kheer bhawani-ancient temple in
lal chowk-market place
