To Leimakhong, With Love

Green
Lively green
Lively living
in the land of the dead.

Five stars for the generals
Five stars for the colonels
Five stars for the captains
in the land of the dead.

Your machine guns
Your sophisticated ammunition
Your gaze that annoys
in the land of the dead.

Mother India is calling you
You, the sons of the soil
Every chapatti you miss at home
Every lick of pickle you miss at home
Mother India cries for you
Every day
Every year
when you are there
in the land of the dead.