Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh! Blow me off, penetrate through my utmost depths-
I challenge you, I challenge you to find me the rootest!
Blow through me, kiss me, kick me, love me, hate me,
I don’t care wind, but I stretch my hands to hug you!
So lift me wind, pollinate pages of me, allover, oh wind!
Carry my sweat to Swift cloudy sky, let it drain, oh wind!
So let more of me produce, more of the voice, let it be,
For at least once, the god shall hear my cries, oh wind!
For at least once, he may know that I exist, a human exist!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh! Give me rods to balance me, I have been crippled,
Give me a tongue to speak, I have been made a dumb,
Give me an ear; I have been beaten into a deaf being!
I beg you wind; give me a heartiest hug wind, a hug!
World has torn my flesh, but didn’t let me scream aloud,
Oh Wind! Please, cure this ailment, hug me with medics!
Go through the times, ask everything, a cure? A cure?
World has crippled me, deafen, made me a dumb, a devil.
Oh Wind! I have no one, be my sister, tie me in a rakhi,
and untie my eyes that world made, so that I don’t weep!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh! Sway away my needs from me, my greed from me,
Give the spring a call, let the spring be awaken again,
Give the spring a call, let spring awaken me once again.
I beg- wind, give me hug, a blow, a slap, wind, oh wind!
Give a porthole, let me escape to the Judgment day,
Where I shall be measured, sum of evils & goods I did.
Oh wind, I have loads of repents on each unit of me,
Give me some strength to lift them till the end, oh wind!
And at last, an act where I can hide my loads, oh wind!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh wonderest! What the Christ expected, what am I?
Oh wind! Carry the expectations, the dreams of lord,
To me, oh wind! Help me to reconstruct my roots!
The time had chained me and my tongue lies locked,
Webs of lies of life lie all around my ears, oh wind!
Oh wind, go through the doorsteps of the Smith,
The Smith, ask him for the key, price I shall pay,
Oh wind, I beg wind, help me wind, hug me wind!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh cure me wind! And I shall stand till end on woods,
I shall serve my blood on and on, until you wind,
Free me from, this reincarnation, I want freedom wind!
So, blow me wind, oh wind, give me a slap, one more,
Push me with all your might, in the right way of three.
I am indebted, to all the ones who said, ‘they made me’
I am indebted, to world who is said to ‘modernized me’
I am indebted to lord, sage and olds who, ‘made me’.
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
I have nothing to pay off my debts, oh wind enrich me!
I have no service to world, wind make me an able man!
I have no words to thank, oh wind be my master!
Oh wind, I have performed many stages of theaters.
Hug me wind, with all the knowledge you gathered!
Hug me wind, with all the experiences you collected!
So to carry all my responsibilities allover this platform,
Once and for all the times to come and be ago.
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Surprise me, with each hug you give, a gift to me,
After all you traveled all seven cities of diamond,
Hug me with each of them, enrich me by it’s essence.
Oh wind! Send my prayers to both the brothers,
Oh Saviors! Let you live again in me. Oh wind!
Oh wind! Hug me till; He the one hears it all,
And agrees to be my support, my shadow,
To raise a mutiny, a revolt, a rage, oh wind!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
The Christ and the Chrishna, sow them in me!
Oh wind! Bring them from the eternal universe,
So let these two brother be one today!
Oh wind! Let there be grafting of the saviors!
Oh wind! Let the justice be double, be magnified!
Let the Satan, let the devil, let the evil, be-
Crucified now, and not the truth, Oh wind-
It’s a beggar’s order- bring the crown!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Oh Wind! Oh Wind! I spread my hands to hug you!
Now let you, the sister of the sons of the Wordsmith,
The sister of the World-Smith, hug me! To generate,
Me, an able personality to withhold powers of ashes.
And now wind, since you have already ploughed me,
And sown in me the seeds of twins. Let the roots sprout,
Tear apart me, let it germinate through my rootest,
I shall bear. But no more shall world, bear & make bear.
Thank You, Wind! I hug you wind!
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