Flag on the half way
Blue and white...

Ramadan
Holy month of ours...

Down on your knees
hands on your head...

They all are whispering to each other
Gossiping about her - you might guess who...

She smiles, she laughes
She cries, she screams...

This hour is hers
she doesn't know how to smile...

Do not wake her.
Let her dream...

Unhealed skin
from harsh modern world...

Night of Deepavali
A row of lamps are burning...

Heart shape cloud
wandering in the sky...

Bloody innocent suffering eyes
Looking at camera...

Prouder than others
he sits on the mountain so high...