Those who till the soil Their protest, Who can dare to foil? Those who till the soil Their protest, Who can dare to foil?

Today I realized that, The ground is mud mixed with emotions. Today I realized that, The ground is mud mixed with emotions.

Save! Save! Save our earth... Save! Save! Save our earth...

The poem speaks about not understanding the loved one. The poem speaks about not understanding the loved one.

Your hands belong to me to hold, I'll want them even when I grow old... Your hands belong to me to hold, I'll want them even when I grow old...

"I wish to belong to the moment where the mind remains free from shackles" "I wish to belong to the moment where the mind remains free from shackles"