Where is my real home
This is not my real home
That I know
Home home sweet home
They said but where is
That home that I want to know
What I know it is sweet jail
And here I fail
Here is beautiful charm
And my life-firm full life-term
That I swell in this dark well
From where I rises with best smell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem