I wait for you,
Oh, my love…
Like a weary farmer
Waiting for the rain.
Like a lost child
Longing for its mother.
Like an innocent prisoner
Hoping for bail.
Yes..Now I understand
What it takes to wait…
And also
see more clearly—
A farmer’s despair,
An orphan’s fear,
A Dalit’s anxiety,
An innocent man’s expectation.
Come, my love, come…
Be the smile
That blooms on a hopeless farmer’s face.
Be the mother
Who embraces the abandoned child.
Be the light of hope.
Be the peace of the innocent.
Come, my love,
Be the revolution
That transforms this cruel world.
Be the compassion of a new tomorrow,
Be the fire that burns ruin,
Be the light that glows within it.
Be the passion in the penace
and
the penace in the passion
Come, my love…
In this lonely journey
Amidst a marching crowd,
Be my companion,
Be my comrade,
Be my joy of togetherness.
Like the river
That soothes a burning soul,
Come, my love…
Defeat the Man
and make me human
through the flood of love