She is as cold as ice, Silent and wise
In the ground of hope
She is sitting on a slope.
Where is her destiny?
Where are her rights? Her arms are heavy
She is not able to fight.
She shouts so loudly
Loudly that no one can hear.
Her pain is not tolerable
Now, she cannot bear. Her smile is pretty
Which makes the world bright.
Oh!! But there are lovers of darkness,
They don't want her to smile, not even for a while
But let me tell you one thing
She has some life, that last string.
If It breaks, the world will shake
It will be no less than an earthquake.
Stop her from crying, stop her from dying,
She is a bright polar star,
Going through a cold war.