Where’s that planet Ma, the one you speak of?
Is it Buddha, Sukra, or Mangala?
Where we need to walk just twenty
miles a day to get to our hut, fata fut?
Daughter, please sleep, I am tired.

That planet ma, where it’s  cloudy  even at noon
So our heads won’t burn soon,
where roads are so smooth you said
no feet ever bled
Where we may even find a dukaan
and I could get sandals, hey Bhagwan!

Beti, I am tired, sleep.
How many more miles Ma in these wilds?
Four hundred forty three child!
Is that more than what we’ve done till now?
Child we  walked just four hundred, and how!

Dawn
Beti, thank the mantris we are in a truck
We won’t get stuck
I know the crush won’t make you gush
Still thank the mantris they take such care of us.
CRASH !! That was an accident daughter.
Who are these Ma, they don’t move
They traveled with us, now they are dead.
We are twenty miles nearer our hearth.
Have we reached a planet Ma?

Child, we are on our planet, Prithvi, Earth.