Smile in Tears
Freedom
Here it is only bush and wood plants
Here wild animals and birds sing in chorus
Here sun goes down on the wasteland
Here no one comes, the roads are shut.
If you come, walk alone in the night
The silver moon will wash your dress
The cold winds will fresh you up
Gone are the sweats, the life of mess.
Who has planted these wild plants?
When the night air cools down here?
Where the tall trees give shelter?
For whom, the bells are ringing there?
Weeds will tell you in whispering tone
Drop your cloths, nothing to hide
No more slavery, no time to boast
And take all the pain in your stride.
Sleep in the forest, touch the grass
Untamed animal will civil your skin
Up in the slope, listen to the beats
Cry for freedom, ‘will never be so mean?
Gopal Lahiri…
Here wild animals and birds sing in chorus
Here sun goes down on the wasteland
Here no one comes, the roads are shut.
If you come, walk alone in the night
The silver moon will wash your dress
The cold winds will fresh you up
Gone are the sweats, the life of mess.
Who has planted these wild plants?
When the night air cools down here?
Where the tall trees give shelter?
For whom, the bells are ringing there?
Weeds will tell you in whispering tone
Drop your cloths, nothing to hide
No more slavery, no time to boast
And take all the pain in your stride.
Sleep in the forest, touch the grass
Untamed animal will civil your skin
Up in the slope, listen to the beats
Cry for freedom, ‘will never be so mean?
Gopal Lahiri…
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