I'm going back home
the best place I have ever known
how insufficient it always might seem
it is the place where I learnt how to dream
it is always incomplete without us kids
wonder how its going for mama and papa to see us rarely with drooping eye-lids
every visit to home is true time of heaven
and my parents nonetheless ease our burden
now i understand why home was held so high
its the best place in the world and with those memories I sigh!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem