As the steel waters of the Ganges

Turns darker, slowly and surely

A zephyr raises from the wide heart of the river,

Carrying your name.

Before my eyes, the past and present dissolve into liquid time.

I, a trader in 15th century port of Saptagram,

I, a soldier in the deceptive battle of Plassey,

I, a young boy shouting "Vande Mataram"

I, a refugee desprately

looking for shelter -

Through years and ages and eternity

I still utter your name

The zephyr blows like a love song

Soft words float in the air as cotton flakes do in spring

Find me a home, will you?