They say to me
this is a Christian country
a land of prosperity
what does that mean to me?

they add: don't your worry
the Government has a plan to eradicate poverty
I have waited for years ten and twenty
I'm still begging in the city!

Bamboo groves sing the symphony of winds
in their crackling I hear my heart
on the red lone summer road.

The village woman passes with her cow
she has no time for poetry
yet her radiance fills me to beg life
more..

O Death be a while away
I've taken root on this land.

Not a word
not even a whisper
the last chord is struck
silence forever-

spring in its infinite splendour
heralds in the brightest flower
in the dying light of the heartless winter
all its petals droop and wither.