I wander through each busy lane,
The relentless Manu where runs through...
I witness in every face I meet,
Signs of agony, signs of rue.
In the voice of every person,
In the whisper of every toddler...
In every moment, in every cry,
The murmur of agony what I hear.
I crave for feeling of oneness,
But the inhabitants turn deaf ear...
It's the helpless soldier's sigh,
Echoing through a land of fear.
During my night round across the city,
I hear the ancestors' curse...
Their voices hollow, heavy with pity,
Grieving a legacy grown perverse.
The lights may shine on high towers,
But darkness prevails beneath the skin...
Progress chants from gilded chambers,
While hunger gnaws the soul within.