THE HOUR IS UP
The visa will expire soon.
And another day goes in vain.
Mother, where art Thou, where?
Must I be born again?
In this dark deep night sombre
Shouldst Thou not see me through
In vain I lived this life
Bereft, bereft of You.
Out goes there the fire,
The embers burn in low.
Blinded I but wander,
My path scarce I know.
Mother, Thou light of the world,
Thou million moons beaming,
Shed Thy mask for once
And lead me behind the seeming.
Composed by Sugata Bose
The visa will expire soon.
And another day goes in vain.
Mother, where art Thou, where?
Must I be born again?
In this dark deep night sombre
Shouldst Thou not see me through
In vain I lived this life
Bereft, bereft of You.
Out goes there the fire,
The embers burn in low.
Blinded I but wander,
My path scarce I know.
Mother, Thou light of the world,
Thou million moons beaming,
Shed Thy mask for once
And lead me behind the seeming.
Composed by Sugata Bose
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