Yellow Bird.... Poem by Majid Gaggi

Yellow Bird....

Nice memories from the Beautiful time
It really was beautiful
Yes it was a pleasant and wonderful
From the history of my towns
Bakhdeda the Princess
Which is usurped and captive
By The terrible terrorist gangs
We were young children waiting for moment by moment
Yes, there we go
And sit down and eagerly waiting
Uncle.... or the arrival of his daily trip
Which accustomed these days of the year?
Of Agriculture and plowing season
Ere the land and prepare it to agriculture
It was a wonderful Habits and practices
We were accustomed to get the gift
From Uncle... or… when he return
So we eagerly await his return and
And the yellow bird was the gift
Catches during his trip and in large numbers
Where the yellow birds abound at the tillage time
We used to have fun with it and entertained it
Then we give its freedom
It really was very nice memories
Fond memories From the Beautiful time
It was fantastic, fun and interesting
Not forgotten but remain reluctant
In thought and mind and in our imagination
And it resonates and her memory has become an important long
Yes, no matter how remote from our sad time
I don't know whether you get your freedom
My town Bakhdeda, the usurped the captive
Or you will stay captive for a long time
O beautiful town beloved Bakhdeda
O Princess of the Syriac towns and villages