I wake up every night
and chase my blues away
until the Sun shine’s in the sky.
And then I sleep the whole day
dangling your thoughts
in between my arms.

“Forgive me, my mother.
Embrace me in your arms.”
I would like to die as a pauper
on your lap rather than live
as a King, in the distant land.

I promise, I will never go away
there with you, I will forever stay.
And in your salubrious lap,
I will grasp my last breath.

I am coming back.
Mother, I am coming back.
Your love is pulling me,
such is the power of your love.

I am coming, my mother.
I am coming back,
but I don’t know
when would I reach home.

I can read the future
of the world
but not decipher,
the lines of my own palm.

The soil is red with blood
The sky is dark with hatred.
I am in the middle of the revolution.
My eyes are blind, I see no more.

Ah! After knowing my fate.
If you are laughing
only to hide your tears
then it is better to cry.

Then it is better to cry.

Let the tears come.
Let them wash your miseries.
Let them wash your miseries.

But remember, my Mother!
Nothing is permanent,
not even the change.

Mother! Embrace me in your arms,
and give me a gentle farewell.

Copyright 2005 Bhuwan Thapaliya.

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