" From my body, take earth and sprinkle on barren lands
From my body, take water and bestrew the desert with streams
From my body, take the sky and build roofs for the homeless
From my body, take air and purify the breath of factories
From my body, take fire, your heart is frightfully cold

- Geet Chaturvedi
Translated by Anita Gopalan "

― Geet Chaturvedi , The Memory of Now