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Father rides a Mercedes of might,
While we journey on foot in the night.
Our steed, it wanders, a spirit unbound,
Whose Maruti, whose Suzuki's sound?
We journey on foot, on hallowed ground.
Our steed, it wanders, nowhere is found.
Father feasts on stories of the store,
While we hunger, wanting more.
Our steed consumes what it can find,
Whose Maruti, whose Suzuki of mind?
We journey on foot, leaving all behind.
Our steed, it wanders, left behind.
Father drinks the finest of wine,
While we quench thirst with water divine.
Our steed drinks deep from life's flowing well,
Whose Maruti, whose Suzuki, the tale to tell?
We journey on foot, a story to spell.
Our steed, it wanders, under a spell.
Father speaks of greetings, a casual "hi,"
While we are silent, beneath the sky.
Our steed speaks forth with a primal call,
Whose Maruti, whose Suzuki standing tall?
We journey on foot, answering nature's thrall.
Our steed, it wanders, heeding the call.
Our steed, it wanders, answering all.
Our steed, it wanders, destined to fall.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
