Getting Another Wing — Vir Bhadra Pant

Till summer shines like a golden bow,
And warm light touches my frozen toe,
To the distant land where the spirits go,
I tried to run from the pain below.

This restless mind is taking me there,
Drowning my soul in a stream of tears,
The heavy engine is stuck in gear,
Please rescue me, O my only dear!

Carrying the weight of a breaking heart,
Where every vein seems to torn apart,
Crushing thoughts in my head descend,
To wrap me up in another wind.

Flying high like a wounded bird,
With silent whispers and prayers unheard,
The world around treats me like a surd,
And everything I speak sounds absurd.

Oh! Again I got another wing,
To rise where the lonely angels sing,
The blowing storm has made me swing,
Oh! Again I got another wing.

The fragile bridges are falling down,
In the heavy silence of this iron town,
Darkness bites as the night is drawn,
Waiting alone for a distant dawn.

My fading dreams want to trade with me,
As flying pain comes to set me free,
The shadow of death sits silently,
While all my fears drown in the sea.

The shouting crowd is nowhere found,
The world I see has turned to brown,
My eyes look up at the fading moon,
Hoping the peace will find me soon.