Faith

The blooming fields having yellow mustard seeds

Earthy fragrance and flying sand

Awakens the fragrance of childhood in the mind

To every memory refreshes

I feel like going back once again in childhood

After all, what can a person achieve after growing up?

From the saffron sky when two drops of rain fall 

Then flowers are not of any one colour

But the thirst of all the flowers on the earth is quenched 

Then why human gets trapped in the illusion of colours

After all, when I grow up, I become a human being 

What can one achieve?

You are very proud of yourself, are not you? which you torment us so much

But we too are no less, clothed and chose faith

Every wound of yours on yourself, 

bear with joy