Ever since I saw the beauty of my homeland
My eyes have woven an enchanted spell
Is it the brilliance of the land or is it the charm itself?
It’s hard to praise the beauty of my beloved land!
As I enter the land, the warm breeze pats my face.
Just as it is greeting me to embrace its appeasing splendour
Sensing the fragrance of the land makes me feel alive
The sound of the swarm of wasps hit my ears
This eager wait to experience summer was for years.
Remembering those old days when we were young
Playing in the waves, mud and shine
Slumbering beneath the open moon with the soft breeze
Listening to the sounds that fade away in the dark
It is hard to praise the beauty of my beloved land!
I may be classed as an economic immigrant.
Who went abroad to fulfil those imminent dreams
You never questioned why I left
Just as mother who wants the best.
I may not have been the most obedient child
Unable to live to your anticipations.
But rest assured I will be back to serve you my land.
Alas! When it strikes to me it’s time to bid farewell
Heartfelt tears stream from my eyes;
As my mind concedes the wait
My heart will always be restless for you.
But those endless memories will keep me going
If fate allows I will return to serve you again
To reside under your shadow oh motherland!
And to live those sowing dreams again
Featured image– #earth | Fort Myers: flickr
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