In Lucknow Gomti nourshied me A sluggish river which only swelled in monsoon, Still, passing by the Red Bridge, I could whisper and embrace her; Here, it is Krishna! I don't think without a glimpse of water I would survive in a landlocked city.
Our hearts are helpless The deep sorrow in your eyes Reminds me of a distant landscape and falling petals of cherry blossom, Beautiful but pensive; We want to let go of the past But we hold it deeper...
With this new identity We live... We, the hidden population With our hidden desires We continue to live... The world never cared about Our journey towards love Or way of loving.