Sun Doesn’t Shine

The sun doesn’t shine for Delhi
As we work on coals of fire
The sky fills up with colorless dreams
and hopeless tales of life
Women walk by with thorns on their heads
and men wear years of worry
Children with skin as gray as the sky
watch with watery eyes
The moon doesn’t shine for Delhi
As we sleep on coals of fire
The sky is as dark as the hearts of those
exploiting the defenseless ones
They hunt the streets where children rest
stealing the innocent ones
Where is the light in Delhi?
Who will save us from this fire?