English

 

Hunger

 

Poor me

Ablaze in flames

for centuries

like bread in oven

Appetising when baked

Greed never satisfy hunger

I embrace the fire

of your love

Victorious

if baked

Defeated if not

Poor me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh Sisters

 

 

Oh sisters, our suffering is deep

Come let’s link together our hands

Atrocious are the customs of this land

Do not lie wasted like refuse on the streets

Our condition is abysmally piteous

Strangled by nooses of traditions

Our lives are exhausted opening lock after lock

Can’t undo these rusted locks

Oh girls in the circle of friends

Do not sit apart as if cross

Let’s act now, together in concert

Forget the tears! Grab the stars

Pick pearls of wisdom, dear friends

Fill the blue water from a bountiful heart

Oh Sohnis! Earthen pitcher won’t float

With capable hands, grab your rights