That The Congo River took its depth from my heart,
Well, hardly did that I know!
Until I started fathoming it, to show,
How deep my love for my country does flow.
That I had a Vesuvius hidden in my chest,
How would I know?
Unless someone had curbed my freedom,
And threatened to put me in woe?
That among you I am a beloved person,
I am beginning to know,
Standing before you, I can see,
The love upon me you bestow.
Dhaka
16 December 2014
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As a loyal citizen, one should have a lot of love for his country and his people. Only one with abundant love in his heart can channelise it to parched hearts thirsting for love! Beautiful poem.
Interesting thought to tie the river with your existence, we can see the growing spirit, trying to find the cause and effects of life
Whether in poems or through comments, your words always leave an inspiration behind. Much appreciate your wisdom, dear poetess @Lasoaphia Quxazs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love knows no breadth or width. It is vast and can water and moisten every parched heart! Love can be for one's country, for one's fellow beings or for one's own blood relations! Whatever it be, it has a sweeping influence....! Well presented!