I Shall Go Across The Seven Indus Poem by Ujjal Mandal

The sun painted the dark boat gold in light
When my mother smiled.
There is no green smile today,
Where have all that soft smiles gone
Today O mother?

The rainbow used to play the Holi
With her seven colors in the white
Chest of the sky
When my mother smiled.
There is no green smile today,
Where have all that sweet smiles gone
Today O mother?

The butterflies made their own bed
On the petals
Of young flowers gladly
When my mother smiled.
Today that green smile lies dead and silent
In thick fog.

With intense rage in my heart
O mother, I must go across the seven Indus
To reprimand the diabolic plunderer
Who stole my mother's tender smile.