bachpan me humne suna
ke hai parde sa hi aasma
to jo shiddat se patthar uchhal
to ye fat jayega aasma
itna hai pani yaha pe bhara
koi na pyasa raha
kahin pe, kabhi to
milega mujhe bhi aasma ke tale
apne man ka kona

As children, whispers told,
the sky, a veil, a fold.
Hurl a stone with fervent might,
and tear apart the fading light.

So much water, a boundless tide,
none ever thirst, where currents glide.
Somewhere, someday, I pray to find,
beneath the sky, a space for my mind.