Muktibhoomi

By Karun Balarajan

I am here in the land, so dear to me: 

The grey foggy place, of silence and solace,

Where the mist engulfs the shore and the sea.

Here I am, with my mind in debris, 

Facing my fear as it rises and awakes,

For I am here in the land, so dear to me.

Where is the peace and where is she?

Would she stand near me and in this place, 

Where the mist engulfs the shore and the sea?

The lady of peace would stand before me,

I would renounce this world and take her embrace, 

as I am here in the land, so dear to me.

I see this land while being free,

Where a man stops and escapes from the race, 

Where the mist engulfs the shore and the sea.

I wait for the boat, a ferry for the free,

From the mist, a dark lady shall row with her pace, 

While I am here in the land, so dear to me.

I shall stay here and wait for thee, as thou shalt come and give me solace,

For I am here in the land, so dear to me,

Where the mist engulfs the shore and the sea.

By Karun Balarajan