Whose footprints are imprinted
On my dusty red path.
The petals of her garland,
are scattered on the path,
I know they belong to her.
She came quietly
informed me after she left.
Alas! who else can
make me weep except her.
Whose footprints do I see
on my broken dusty red path?
She came in early dawn,
That day, Spring came down to earth
in her colorful attire.
The path was strewn with flowers
I waited inside all day for some news
There was none.
Today I will go out
on the same dusty red path,
with my torn life!
Golden Sun: Dark Dawn (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
How did my heart unfold today,
The world is here to celebrate.
With the coming of dawn what’s this,
Who will I see when I look at the sky.
A ray of sun has fallen on the eastern cloud,
half of the red chariot is visible on the peak.
Birds twitter at the start of a new day,
Their sweet sound is a joy to hear .
‘Come come’ sky are you calling__
I am not here, I am in your heart.
the light of dawn scatters my heart,
I will fill your heart with mine.
Arise O sun arise, take me,
leave me on the boat east of you.
I know it will cross the sea__
take me then, take me.