I listen to cry of Mother
I gaze the sister lament !
My brother no more
The dream of being bride raze !!!!
Father mourn on the Carcass of son..
The Son Whom he used to talk at evening !!!
Close to day , Father watching the Son in the jaws of Death...
The granny's House ablaze !!
So burn mother's trousseau....
The birds nest have no more eggs!!!
No more grasshoppers hop in my fields...
No more children
No more hide and seek #
I hear no more ducks crook..
Along the Lakes ***
The wind don't dare to gush !!!
Along the mount Pirpanjal
Autumn bewail
In my vale ...
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
I listen to cry of Mother
I gaze the sister lament !
My brother no more
The dream of being bride raze !!!!
Father mourn on the Carcass of son..
The Son Whom he used to talk at evening !!!
Close to day , Father watching the Son in the jaws of Death...
The granny's House ablaze !!
So burn mother's trousseau....
The birds nest have no more eggs!!!
No more grasshoppers hop in my fields...
No more children
No more hide and seek #
I hear no more ducks crook..
Along the Lakes ***
The wind don't dare to gush !!!
Along the mount Pirpanjal
Autumn bewail
In my vale ...
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