how madly I do love you
but I love my heritage too
the gold flecked mustard fields
the soulful voice of the granthi
the tractor trolleys keeling over
the loud weddings, the garish colours
the jutti, the paranda, the phulkaari shaal
not the Patiala peg, but the Pattialvi salwar
the sundar mundriye, the gajak, the rewari
the hot tea, the bonfire, the Lohri bonhomie
the giddy gidda, the exuberant bhangra,
the dancing dhol, the bolis, the tappas
the tradition of langar, of ebullient kar sewa
of happy faces stepping out of gurudwaras
years ago I gladly entered exile
I embraced your world, I made it mine
I wonder why you never ask
about the world I left behind
but I love my heritage too
the gold flecked mustard fields
the soulful voice of the granthi
the tractor trolleys keeling over
the loud weddings, the garish colours
the jutti, the paranda, the phulkaari shaal
not the Patiala peg, but the Pattialvi salwar
the sundar mundriye, the gajak, the rewari
the hot tea, the bonfire, the Lohri bonhomie
the giddy gidda, the exuberant bhangra,
the dancing dhol, the bolis, the tappas
the tradition of langar, of ebullient kar sewa
of happy faces stepping out of gurudwaras
years ago I gladly entered exile
I embraced your world, I made it mine
I wonder why you never ask
about the world I left behind
Simply nice or can say nicely simple
ReplyDeleteSimplicity cannot be hostage to the lyrical
Lyrics might be ephemeral, but the
"Exile" could not have been written more natural!