the gift that hope gives

they’ve seen me in passing

without even realising

that hope is what makes me

able to stand underneath the californian sun

hope lets me feel

the ground beneath our feet

the breeze against my cheek

and the heartbreaks i experience

without hope

rather than burning alive

underneath the californian sun

i would be burnt ashes drained down

the holy ganges river

   mere poorvaj ke ghar

they would look down on me

face full of sharam

bekar gayi

   bekar gayi

she went away to waste

   she went away to waste

with hope my dada aur ma

can say freely

kuch banegi

   kuch banegi

i’ll be something

   i’ll be something

i became something