Where are you at this moment?
The weather is calm and the blood is not shed.
Lovers are meeting while forgetting their grudges.
Sons are coming back after completing their mission.
Daughters are visiting their fathers’ homes to meet for the last time.
Fathers are workless as sons are alive.
Mothers are stable as their sons are in front of them.
The farmers dig earth to sow dreams,
And the labourers are working hard to fill their bellies.
Paddy is transplanted to the distant fields,
Walking in a line, with paddy on heads.
Lipton tea, curd, rice and hubble-bubble are the cherished things.
Sleeping after lunch means real life.
Where are you at this moment?
Trials are going to start
And the burden is mounting.
Do come at this moment.
