To a bird of God,
a bird who is changing a caterpillar into a butterfly
In the land of Bengal tiger,
the land of "garam masala",
the land of tinning sweet fairies with tip on their forehead
May east sun always makes you warm
may breeze always touches ur cheek softly
may leaves always cover you from rain of sorrow
may wind always holds ur hand
may life always puts smiles on ur lips
and i'm praying that someday the best of those fairies will accompany you, flying you to a land of joy where you can hear laughters of your little fairies, bringing you to be a father.
And let me lay between those two black lines, near your eyes, so that i can see your happiness and feel it as mine too.
