Sunday, October 14, 2012

Children of the Sun by Sharanya Biswas and Sebanti Chatterjee

I sat by the river and it echoed
Those very words
That the wind whispered to me the other night.

It sang for the night,
It sang for what might
Map out the future clouds of thought.

The water flows but the river stays
Still, changing only with the eons.

The walls seem brittle
But the house promises warmth,
As we step inside,
Greets the spirit of life.

Life in that moment just is,
No past no present and no future.

It’s for us to nurture and grow,
To let it rain and snow
The delights, pain and everything more
For now and again.

To pour again and again
On cloudy days and passionate nights
When dreams unfold and our masks cry
We are the children, the children of the Sun.

Till the very end we shall run
Over mountain and stream
Over blood and sweat
Over hope and regret
For we are
The children of the Sun.