This is a symbolic poem which represents how the constant cycles of being doomed, devastated and ris... This is a symbolic poem which represents how the constant cycles of being doomed...

She's the traditional Indian woman Always radiant, the epitome of grace Filling the a She's the traditional Indian woman Always radiant, the epitome of grace Fi...

It dawned. The sun was leaving, Its heavenly bedroom. It dawned. The sun was leaving, Its heavenly bedroom.

I'm the earth in your hand I'm the earth in your care I'm the earth in your hand I'm the earth in your care

In my body you search the mountain for the sun buried in its forest. In my body you search the mountain for the sun buried in its forest.

To the soft chirping of the, Birds that sing at dawn and dusk... To the soft chirping of the, Birds that sing at dawn and dusk...