O' mother, "Shall it ever end, this war?"
I am forgetting: my friends,
Family, faces, names, promises
Those night-outs and weekends;
And the breakfast I used to have,
The morning chants of lord Vishnu,
The burning incense of lemongrass
The birds pecking the window glass–
When shall those days return
And when will these days pass?
I can bear this grief and cage,
What about her,? mother;
If the time has come, Let me kiss:
Kiss the childhood, kiss you and her
Ere' it will end me and my sister.