The sun of my love and the moon of your face

When we met under the stars—

The light of the fireflies in your eyes;

The movement of Orion in your hair;

The scent of soil in your body;

The turn of time with our bodies—

Grew with the ripening of mangoes

Songs of Koal fed our hungry hearts.

Little we had and little we stored

Morning came but with the darkness

Slowly it too learnt their knowledge

They came and taught us to water our land 

With blood

It nourished and flourished

Them

The wind too spoke their language

No poems, no rhyme, no sign for our land