
Birha Song of Separation | Bhojpuri Viraha, Bidesiya Pain & Diaspora Memory | Krishna Bhaskar
Birha: When a Bird Calls Across the Ocean — Krishna Bhaskar 🕊️ Birha / Nirgun • Bhojpuri Separation Song Birha: When a Bird Calls Across

Born in Patna, India | Storyteller | Foodie | Texas Lover

Born in Patna, India | Storyteller | Foodie | Texas Lover
A restless summer at 19, a doorbell, a father’s tears — That Summer Afternoon tells a story of struggle and joy. And in many ways, Krishna Bhaskar never left that moment.
It was just another summer afternoon
I was 19, turning a little rowdy
A halfway goon
They said good kids can change
When they hit 14
I did alright back when I was 14
But 19 pushed me half-deranged
Fogs of fear and things unknown
The cloudy crowd and being alone
I had the wings, but not the sky
A young pilot ready to fly
There was this subject I was struggling to pass
Every time I jumped
I hit the glass
Oh, that summer afternoon
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong — O’ goon
The doorbell rang that summer afternoon
I ran to the door like a lover from far
I almost tripped, but I didn’t care about the scars
The mailman called me by my proper name
I had passed the subject — freedom came
I ran back in the house a little faster this time
Turned the corner, and there he was standing — the father of mine
I said, I passed! with a great joy
That letter in my hand
I looked like a kid with a new toy
To my surprise
Daddy had tears in his eyes
He looked at me and improvised-
I just love to see you smile
He said it had been a while
He said it had been a while
Yes Dad, it had been a while
Yes Dad, it has been a while

Birha: When a Bird Calls Across the Ocean — Krishna Bhaskar 🕊️ Birha / Nirgun • Bhojpuri Separation Song Birha: When a Bird Calls Across

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