Chapter 41 "Night of Wishing"

(India) by Anrita Politan Night is the night of my wish.I am the voice of my land Tonight is the night of making wishes.From the breath of every leaf comes the fragrance of my breath.From every kernel of corn my limbs peer out. Tonight is the night of wishing.Years of forced slavery, generations of violence driven. All hardships have passed, but now my people's food is no longer plundered. Tonight is the night of wishing.I flick the tears from my eyes I chase the pleading from my lips Now I'm healing myself, I'm healing myself. I am going to be a healer myself. Tonight is the night of wishing.

Now my harvests of summer and autumn smile, and my years laugh without scruple. Today, the hot wind in June and the frost in winter are also laughing. There is also the cool rainy season. Tonight is the night of wishing.With my own hands I plowed the ground With my own fingers I sowed Today the wheat is mine and the rice is also mine. Tonight is the night of wishing.Now the land belongs to the people and the people belong to the land. Let's make a pot full today, young lady, keep the pot full to the brim. Tonight is the night of wishing.