My teacher, friend, philosopher, guide
From the very beginning of beginnings
You have always remained there with me
As my light in all uncertainties
I look up to thee
In anticipation of what is to come
This I have been doing since ages bygone.
Whenever I forget for ages I have been doing so,
Thou cross my heart like a starry wildfire,
Like restless cow, I shriek, falling down upon thy knees,
Praying for thy forgiveness, O, have mercy on this micro-divine being.
Thou entered mine heart,
Tears all apart,
Cheeks earlier dry, now moist with diamonds, out of eyes.
Times when so-called Colonial Masters
Ruled thy children, the Indian slaves,
That time too, in another form, in another body,
My tormented soul looked up to thee,
As every time, thou, though brought the dawn of justice,
But once testing, our patience on Thou, the Supreme.
Thou taught, thou won’t come and do the things for us,
Until the clarion call rises from within, then only help comes from above.