The snowy mountains and the windy forests
could make you feel cold!
The smoky cities and the gloomy long nights,
could make you feel sick!
The air around you is more toxic than
the poison in your throat.
People around you are more dangerous than
the snakes on your arms.
But, you’re dancing, and the Nature is singing:
Tonight, the Moon is in full glow,
Tomorrow, the Ganges is in full flow.
Our life is a race to win your grace!
The divine game of snakes and ladders,
with my Mother has one only winner.
Tell me, is there anything beyond you,
Your half-closed eyes and mysterious smile?
Come stay in my heart, it’s warm and cozy —
it’s burning with passion and sin.
Who else, but you, could be my Lord?
Who else, but me, could be your servant?