An ode to the unsaid. An ode to the unsaid.

Sun was burning, Earth never complaints, Sun was burning, Earth never complaints,

I was the only one who could Discern clearly the adorned God; I was the only one who could Discern clearly the adorned God;

Years flew by and the then fair sons Changed to become two grown ones. Years flew by and the then fair sons Changed to become two grown ones.

You're my angels My dear boys, You're my angels My dear boys,

A wealthy Damodar had a boating business A wealthy Damodar had a boating business