twinkle, twinkle, little star
how i wonder what you are
twinkle, twinkle, little star
how i wonder what you are
up above the world so high
ek bomb lagana mangta hai bhai

rang birangi holi aayi rakt ke wo gubbare layi
dekho phir diwali aayi phir bhi andhera mita na payi
puri chhutti ka tauhar bambai ke bamb kashmir ke anar
jale hue sab yaaro ne aawaz lagayi

chhota bachcha kaise mara tha
gaanv ke dudh me jehar bhara tha
kal ki raat ki karlo baat ghar nahi aaya mera baap
post martam ki report aayi
ek bomb lagana mangta hai bhai

jinda rehana big problem
rupaiya hai thanda dollar garam
mar jaye chidiya buildings pe takrake
marenge wo mujhe mere ghar aake
ek bomb lagana mangta hai bhai

Twinkle, twinkle, little spark,
How I ponder what you are.
Twinkle, twinkle, little gleam,
How I wonder in a dream.
High above, the world so vast,
A fiery offering, meant to last.

Holi paints the sky with crimson stain,
Balloons of blood, a sorrowing rain.
Then Diwali comes, a fleeting light,
Unable to banish endless night.
Holidays of ease, a stolen breath,
Mumbai's bomb, Kashmir's shadowed death.
The burnt of kin, a mournful cry,
A fiery offering, before we die.

A child's small breath, extinguished low,
Poison laced the milk's soft flow.
Yesterday's dark, a whispered plea,
My father's form, I cannot see.
The autopsy, a cold, hard fact,
A fiery offering, a desperate act.

To live is pain, a heavy toll,
Rupees grow cold, while dollars roll.
Birds fall silent, buildings loom,
They'll come for me, within my room.
A fiery offering, the only plea.