Gray sky is pouring down all it has got
How do I, the most ordinary of all, fight all these?
Water level raises and raises
I am left with tiring legs and arms
Yet, I feel I can fight all these
I try to recollect the old battles
But can only recollect bloodshed
Strong steel bars melting in cold night!
Do I have any spirit left?
Water gushes into the nostrils
Sometimes death becomes dearer than life
And seems to be the eternal salvation
Manifested melodies won't inspire me any more
Welcome death welcome
Ensure me no more birth
- VidyaShankar Harapanahalli
(Written in Thursday, October 23, 2003)