Logic meant to be flat
My love meant to fight
My land is the land of the lonely tree
The land of the lonely tree
Is out of the map
But she concurred
Space in every heart
Maybe harsh
But mine
Oh Allah bless
My people an my land
Her ballade is my anthem of pride
Watch the flag is flying high
Read the lips
out of the heart
Who recite holy words
The victory and the forte
For Allah
Oh Allah bless
My people an my land
Beautiful lines right from the heart in love and praise of dear motherland.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The land of the lonely tree Is out of the map Very true. But so long we recognize our land for ourselves, and we stay peaceful, we will be alright. Thanks for sharing. Great write.
Thanks Katt; true many places we can call home; but only one we call mother-home