Oh, our daughters and sons
The place you live in
Speaks language of weapons
They love war instead of peace
They love death instead of life.
Oh, our dearest children
Come back home
We have a green country
A heavenly home
For a happy and peaceful life.
The ever smiling river
Full of silver fish
Dancing green fields
Full of golden crops
waiting for you.
The embroidered quilt of
your grandma
Shall hug you warmly
in a biting winter.
You will feel asleep
On your mother's lap
Come back home.
Mystic folk singers
will sing in your honour
Come back home
Be with your dreaming people.
nothing like home.well composed in your usual simple style, although the theme is serious.
this is such a lovely poem. i really enjoyed every word of it...i hope your voice and wish reaches the hearts and ears of the young generation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart-warming poetry........simple words, conveying so much of feel and emotion.....