I look out of my window,
And see days and months transforming into years
The Earth smells afresh, watered anew,
The Sunlight weaving in and out of the cold clouds,
The Rains brings together the wet memories of childhood,
The Winter reminds me of the songs , my mother sung to put me off to sleep.
They say its not your land, yet it feels like mine,
He tells You're not like me yet he seems the same.
I, Prisoner of old, look out through the iron rusted bars of my cell,
I see an Angel coming yonder from the land of dreams,
She shows me the warm prospects of life,
From her words, I feel like living once more,
Her promises and oaths drive me to experience life anew,
They say she is nothing,
Then why does she fight the world for me,
They say she is unlike me, but yet for me, she seems the same.
I look out through the darkness of my cell,
I see a new life wrapped in the colours of my land,
Fulfilling my wishes, she has forgotten her desires.
Serving my people, she has forsaken her own.
I wish- May all the happiness in the world be for her alone,
For her, I wish to live life again- once more.
They say my land is not hers, but still in my house she stays,
They say she is unlike me, but yet for me, she seems the same.
I, Prisoner of old, look at the world outside, through my cell,
And see Life inviting me to live once more.
I beget death to wait for some more time,
I want to live life, a little while and then I can sleep peacefully, forever.
