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After the curfew | ||||||||
Terror Pete Seeger
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Nida Fazli It is morning the sky humbly bows its head to the earth for children are going to school...
Bathing itself in the stream the sun dons itself in a turban of spun gold and stands smiling by the road for children are going to school...! Winds sing out blessings on verdant green branches jingles by fragrant flowers wake up the sleepy paths the shady peepul from its corner of the old street waves out its hands for children are going to school...! Angels of light come out every trail is sparkling at this moment every pore of the earth throbs like a mothers heart time sits happily on a rundown rooftop flying pigeons in the sky for children are going to school children are going to school...!
Translated from the Urdu Roshni ke farishte by Nirupama Dutt | |||||||
A poet and lyricist for Hindi films, Nida Fazli lives in
Bombay | ||||||||