Rain shatters on the heart of the river.
As the blistering tide goes highly,
Like the hidden, lost, vain hope,
The fireflies bleeps as the nightlights slowly die.
The heart of the sky is fill of pain and sorrow.
The curses are coming out in the screams of a thunder-storm,
That sounds like some vague vague thoughts,
Of some wounded heart...in this twisted storm.
Or may be some shapeless, cured beast
Is making the water unpredictable,
For the boatman who goes through this cursed river,
In the cursed night with its ominous zest.
But suddenly that beast vanishes
In the fear of the unknown fate.
No more excitement, no movement, no unhappy thoughts,
As I leave my life in the hands of God.
The future rests in the womb of the sail,
As the hull of the boat trembles for the presence of the new comer.
The fishes gets nervous by the daunting fear,
As the thunder roars with the uncertain gale.
The boatman holds the helm of his boat, so tightly,
As the skin of my dead body flows with the water,
As the angels get shocked and they whisper to one another.
The significance of the moment is held so highly.
As all the dreadful memories die down deep.
No more sad dream to make me cry in my sleep.
In this night with the sweet smell of childhood,
The blind fate is brought...
As I leave my love to the hands of God.
As I travel pass the water, into the trees...
The deadly storm is now just a gentle breeze.
And I see a cottage far away from my reach,
Where all my forefathers a staring with spell bounded looks.
There's nothing to know and nothing to beseech,
As my place goes far away from here,
In some dreadful site in of some ancient book,
There's nothing to judge, nothing to sought,
As I leave my life to the hands of God!
