SIGNATURE

I've been imprisoned for being the king  Of the vast stretches of Serengeti A land where my clan reigned for eons Being a king was not at all easy You need to strain every nerve I did kill, I did eat; I didn't kill, I did starve I was an unruly lad With pride in head and pleasure in heart I ruled, I frolicked, I fought Sometimes I won, sometimes I lost Ah! Those were the days And then they came The intruders with greed in the eyes  And guns on the shoulders At first I didn't like them as I was a family man Who respected the privacy I thought they would become my prey And their metal didn't mangle my mettle Sooner I sussed, they were the predators My mettle melted before their metal And every wild beast surrendered to them And here I am Detained on an alien surrounding And sh…! A zoo this is so no grrr It was hard to live here at first Then I adjusted, later I adapted And now I acclimatized Here I have caretakers, doctors and visitors I have a diet plan; nutritious I mus

Oh! Broken Bansuri, would you play that gentle music once again  To instill in me the serene tranquility  When my mind is afflicted with torrid emptiness And to ease my wound when I lose all my strength  And to endure the time I resort to you, Soothe me with your celestial bliss...

Pin back your ears when the rustic clock Strikes the ides of the night When the Zephyr plays melody on the Grain stalks in the fields A jingle could be heard darkling Accompanied by the indistinct rhymes and faint chimes And step out for a while and behold A glimmering bonfire could be seen from the distance. Troubadours they are!  And I live in their songs I'm a myth...