Did u not know, serenity is in fact a season of rain?
Nobody did tell u, such a season he is
Who can throughout the year, soar across at his will
Soars across the sky
Today, it rains here a little, and tomorrow, the sky there is overcast
Accompanying that, blizzard and storms keep blowing
I close my eyes and I see, soon as it starts pouring
Kids all sprint towards the fields, and leaning by the mud-walls
And tubewells, the village women, whisltle out to their ducks,
From the gullies and the gutters: choi-choi, choi-choi,
Choi-choi…. in the
A childhood friend of yours, used to whistle to you, choi-choi
And tease you, do you remember?
Today, in this life, u are the duck of a cold country, from seas unknown
to unknown seas u swim— across ocean after ocean
u soar away to distant lands….
But this time, even in this life,
Someone is calling out to you, by that hundred years old
Neak-name of yours, in complete silence is he calling you! Choi-choi,
Choi-choi, choi-choi, — and maybe u hear nothing,
Nothing at all, isn’t it?
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