Communication is a bereaved countryside.
Oh! Messages cannot be rendered…
Inside that place where you’ve gone!
Communication stands bereft!
Communication is a bereaved countryside.
Messages cannot be rendered…
Inside that place where you’ve gone!
This heart has sustained injurious pain in this pining…
About your bearings!
In one harrowing sigh you must have called out
Without us hearing and heeding to your leave!
This is our sorrow all the time that at that time
We were elsewhere.
Where have you gone?
Communication is a bereaved countryside.
Messages cannot be rendered inside that place
Where you have gone!
Where have you gone?
This heart has sustained injurious pain in this pining…
About your bearings!
My tears have written your name on every little thing
These streets and pathways leading home
Were unable to keep you safe!
Every question will remain unanswerable in the heart.
You slipped from our hands in an instant...
Where have you gone?
This heart has sustained injurious pain in this pining…
About your bearings!
Now the thorns of memories pierce this heart!
Neither the pain subsides nor do the tears stop falling.
Love searches for you…
How must we accept this?
Are we going to accept this?
Oh! Where have you gone?
Anand Bakshi translated from the Hindi by M.S. Alverston & Associates
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