Your strained voice
cries out to me, like the sage sitar.
It sings a sobering song
that transports me through sand.
Suddenly, a memory of your
loving care becomes so real.
cries out to me, like the sage sitar.
It sings a sobering song
that transports me through sand.
Suddenly, a memory of your
loving care becomes so real.
I watch, awestruck,
as you took my tears
then weaved them into cloth.
Embroidered with golden silks
you pulled from the fabric
of your heart.
as you took my tears
then weaved them into cloth.
Embroidered with golden silks
you pulled from the fabric
of your heart.
We never had much,
but your patience had me convinced
you were the palace in which we lived.
I exhale—only the warmth of love
and adoration escapes from my lungs;
in you, we have the stars.
but your patience had me convinced
you were the palace in which we lived.
I exhale—only the warmth of love
and adoration escapes from my lungs;
in you, we have the stars.
Despite the struggle,
we only ever tasted the sweet saffron
you skillfully slipped into our souls.
we only ever tasted the sweet saffron
you skillfully slipped into our souls.
Shalimar is in you;
my mother IS a Taj Mahal.
Her every breath's a nectar;
it is cardamom's caress.
my mother IS a Taj Mahal.
Her every breath's a nectar;
it is cardamom's caress.
I would reanimate a hundred thousand times
just to relive the splendour of her shadow;
it was the sunrise of my lifetime.
just to relive the splendour of her shadow;
it was the sunrise of my lifetime.
I would relive every sadness behind my eyes
just to breathe the soothing citrus-scented air
of her orange grove.
just to breathe the soothing citrus-scented air
of her orange grove.
I have never come so close to saintliness,
and I can soundly say
my spirit has never been the same.
and I can soundly say
my spirit has never been the same.
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