PHULMONI SONG:
Look, Phulmoni
Carbaine in hands
Rifles on shoulders
I sing this song for the encounter has finally captured you
It's only the body which gets captured
The mind can never be!
The distant Shaal trees are waving in the uncapturable winds
Just like you, Ishraat Jahan is my younger sister too!
Look, Phulmoni,
There, Ishraat lying dead
Killed only by the encounter
No AK 47 in her hands though
It's only the body which gets captured
The mind can never be!
The distant Shaal trees are waving in the uncapturable winds
Just like you, Ishraat Jahan is my younger sister too!
Look, Phulmoni,
Morning newspaper
Has printed your pretty picture
Beneath your calm face
I can see the sparks of revolt
Fire within and fire without
All in flames like Gujraat
To save up the fire in the belly
Is called terrorism in their eyes!
Listen, Phulmoni,
Seeing your picture
I shed my silent tears
My tears will light up a fire
Yes, I am a terrorist!
Look Phulmoni, I am ageing
Little happiness here and there
In your picture, you are that face of my procession
Have you heard the poem by Subhash
'Girl, when did you go into the forest?'
I am reminded once again of Che Guevara's story
It's only the body which gets captured
The mind can never be!
The distant Shaal trees are waving in the uncapturable winds
Just like you, Ishraat Jahan is my younger sister too!
Tell, Phulmoni, What can this little song do?
Can't even be a tiny prick at the margins of your path!
In the globalised share-market this country has been sold
This song too shall be sold in the market in the end
Look, Phulmoni
It's not my job
To sniffle over this
I know there is resistance still
In the forests of Jharkhand
Be it amateur, still this song is one slice of resistance!
Your struggle in my voice is the teaching of its life
It's only the body which gets captured
The mind can never be!
The distant Shaal trees are waving in the uncapturable winds
Just like you, Ishraat Jahan is my younger sister too!
Look, Phulmoni
Carbaine in hands
Rifles on shoulders
I sing this song for the encounter has finally captured you
It's only the body which gets captured
The mind can never be!
The distant Shaal trees are waving in the uncapturable winds
Just like you, Ishraat Jahan is my younger sister too!
Look, Phulmoni,
There, Ishraat lying dead
Killed only by the encounter
No AK 47 in her hands though
It's only the body which gets captured
The mind can never be!
The distant Shaal trees are waving in the uncapturable winds
Just like you, Ishraat Jahan is my younger sister too!
Look, Phulmoni,
Morning newspaper
Has printed your pretty picture
Beneath your calm face
I can see the sparks of revolt
Fire within and fire without
All in flames like Gujraat
To save up the fire in the belly
Is called terrorism in their eyes!
Listen, Phulmoni,
Seeing your picture
I shed my silent tears
My tears will light up a fire
Yes, I am a terrorist!
Look Phulmoni, I am ageing
Little happiness here and there
In your picture, you are that face of my procession
Have you heard the poem by Subhash
'Girl, when did you go into the forest?'
I am reminded once again of Che Guevara's story
It's only the body which gets captured
The mind can never be!
The distant Shaal trees are waving in the uncapturable winds
Just like you, Ishraat Jahan is my younger sister too!
Tell, Phulmoni, What can this little song do?
Can't even be a tiny prick at the margins of your path!
In the globalised share-market this country has been sold
This song too shall be sold in the market in the end
Look, Phulmoni
It's not my job
To sniffle over this
I know there is resistance still
In the forests of Jharkhand
Be it amateur, still this song is one slice of resistance!
Your struggle in my voice is the teaching of its life
It's only the body which gets captured
The mind can never be!
The distant Shaal trees are waving in the uncapturable winds
Just like you, Ishraat Jahan is my younger sister too!
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