I Love
I love Picasso, I love Buñuel and Dante
I love to listen to Dylan, Beatles and Beethoven
I love Ravi Shankar, Ali Akbar too
I love to come home on a misty morning
And yet I am not happy, yet am I distracted
My heart ambles listlessly along the road
Where hidden is a deep pain, I wonder
When I see them work in villages and ports
When I see them sweat it out on the fields on the docks
I cannot be happy, I cannot be at peace
I look forward to the day when we can love it all, together with all
I love to float on a tiny little boat
I love to watch butterflies and wild ducks
I love to read poetry while gazing at the lazy afternoon sun through my window
And yet I am not happy, yet am I distracted
I love to run amidst kaash flowers in the moonlight
I love to walk in the shadows of shady trees
The lush green of paddy fields beckon me to the horizon
The skies tinted rouge that kiss the mountain tops
And yet I am not happy, yet am I distracted
My heart ambles listlessly along the road
Where hidden is a deep pain, I wonder
My heart ambles listlessly along the road
Where hidden is a deep pain, I wonder
