Under the green of the Gulmohars
I waited for you a thousand bleak years...

Deep inside the crevices of my heart
Are my feelings; emotions born to be suppressed...

Ah Lord, thou art clever enough to be
Free from those sins for which we blame beauties...

The tired day turns leaden
Panting, it blows gusts of soothing zephyr...

"I love you mom"
Speaking out these words I don't know why...

The scenic landscape painted by
Its gleaming beauty makes me cry...

Deep inside among the greenery of the forest;
among the fitful chirping of the feral souls...