Crunchy Eyes

There will be kajal in her eyes like a deer

The pure Ganges water that fills the heart

I live away from my loved ones as a foreigner

There will be a trick of the chain at the door of the house.

Wrapped in a cold weather sheet, in body and mind

 Festivals will be colorful

Mother must be crying in my memories

How can I say that father's heart will be unwavering

Distraught mind left on the threshold of the house

there will be a rain cloud giving the message.