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Chasm of My Land of Birth
Eloquent and festive in harvest crops,
Plethora of blossoming may,
O our adored land!
Immaculate in dreams of tomorrow,
Nostalgic of fragrances of yesterday.
A land, in vision, never second to none,
O, my beloved motherland, beloved of mine.
Amongst the moon, the sun and the planet and the stars
a running brook of so many enchanting words,
nowhere to be found.
Lightening in clouds, black and sweaty, as they are
wake up with chirping birds, lull to sleep with similar croon
Rivers murmuring with such a bliss,
And mountain top, with wanderer clouds lost in a kiss,
Where the emerald green of forest land surmises the gazing sky
Gust of wind along the spontaneous swaying field,
none knows where to be to witness again.
Branches burdened with blooms of floras,
Birds, hopping and chirping along the leaves lushing in green.
Humming bees, flocking in muse
They, tame the churn on flowers, honeys of a waving season
Gentleness together fused along,
bonded in a brother keeper motherland,
never a loser, never compromised
O my beloved,
I caress thy holy feet on my bare chest,
Us within a story
Chasm of my land of birth, I beseech my death in thy glory.
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