They Are Hungry!

The long-awaited festival knocking on the door

Imploring before us to have a look at the mirror

Getting our faces painty, preparing for the traditional look

Shaving the corrupted mouth to be a holy human.

Each year the spanless power of happiness come flying to us

Again, the same smiling beauty hugs us, but what about them?

'Them' means the dirty-faced, white-minded men, have no names

None to impart them a single smile.

Spend we lots of money for the sake of our bliss 

Have the courage to be the prince of pretty princessy girls,

But they are hungry just, merely need little food

Unfortunately, busy we are, don't have much time to give.

Folding mine hands before society

Listen to my single request please,

learn to divide your humanity with your smile

Meeting their hunger can be the most precious work in Navaratri.