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A tear shed not from eye, from heart
Sigh from conscience, calls unheeded
You are in exile, paining for Motherland
Loved ones, childhood home turn memories
Nightmares stole sleep long ago
Denied fragrance of soil you learnt to walk
Landscapes, meadows, valleys, hills
Precious memories daunt forever
Faded voices, friends, folks, playful days
You suffer in silence aching for all
In a land far, unknown to you, you unknown
Buried mores, legacy you hold so dear
Survival essential, you wayfarer
Stories of loss and longing, melancholic
Your melodies of native, voices in exile
Let me shed a tear, not from eye, from heart |
