My motherland
Not whole of universe
But of course
My motherland
That I love as real land
I shall be give place here
To rest
And lay beneath forever
Without any cover
My body shall again
Mix with clay without pain
Back to the origin
And never to be seen
For such place
I should love to cease
Give sacrifice
And stand for promise
That I shall uphold
As told
The human values
For brethren and whoever lives
Not that I shall like the big people alone
But ordinary and poor who have shown
The real way to lead in positive way
Giving better dealing and permanent stay
Not that I shall like the big people alone But ordinary and poor who have shown The real way to lead in positive way Giving better dealing and permanent stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Waoo..Sir a fantastic touchy poem... My body shall again Mix with clay without pain... Well written...a patriotic, nationalistic, a love of the motherland.. nice..