In the voice of Harinder Kaur Hundal of Babehālī, Gurdāspur
In the words of Gibb Schreffler of Pomona College, CA
"Songs of the Displaced:"
On white ledges, the crow sits silent
Will not recognize us having come home
The storms swirling up in the yards
Will throw us far, no one will know
To whom will we show our agony
When the long-sleeping mother will not awake
Having lost our way in broad daylight—where will we go?
Those we once knew have now become strangers.
Empty hands, tear-laden eyes—all is to show for our lives
We captured the world, yet lost the game
With warmth in our limbs, we travailed the world
How did day pass into night!
Storms is on all sides, and life has turned silent
We cannot serve out this life sentence
Having lost our way in broad daylight—where will we go?
Those we once knew have become strangers, too.
The paths that taught us walking have disappeared
The waters that taught us swimming have dried up
Those stayed with us every step, every breath,
Where are they lost in the play of memory?
Invoking God we sought help, yet no one offered it
The hungry soul received no morsel for nourishment.
Having lost our way in broad daylight—where will we go?
Those we once knew have now become strangers.
