I died long time back
Buried in the soil of my homeland
Where I was wandering freely
My spirit was at its pure
Innocent people were my friend
And a beautiful hand caresses my hand
The day...
I bid adieu to my soil
I left my soul also
hey i like this so much ya superb i like this type of poems and write the samething too. hav in touch with me..cos me too a poet
The title of the poem attracted me, as I felt how I can die long ago? A dead man speaks here.
i envy you. you have homeland, soil and more to belong. but i am free and how terrible is this freedom!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think it's meaning is in us Egal...