Quatern—Won’t you?

Quatern—Won’t you?

Won’t you come back to me again?
In this paradise and refrain,
From it being plagued in cancer,
Let me listen—river’s murmur.

In this land of forests and rain,
Won’t you come back to me again?
Where flowers bloom and birds do chirp,
Children join in—hurray--hip--hip.

Love alone will rule over the earth,
Desire will flourish for re-birth;
Won’t you come back to me again?
With your hands on hair wipe out pain.

If I once return from heaven--
We will free earth’s face of heathen;
To make our dreams come true and sane.
Won’t you come back to me again?

rajkumar@kolkata
04-09-2013