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Saturday, 15 March 2014

Aptly describes Migration

WHAT I LEFT BEHIND, WHAT I HOPE TO FIND


I left home, to come to school
I left farm, to come to food
I left my cows, my sheep,
But did not have time to weep.
Now I know why I cry tonight
’Cos I know now what I left behind
and today, what I hope to find.
Cities full of cars and bikes
Restaurants and bars and roaring mikes
But I miss the vast sky
and my kites to fly
And my folks, my friends
Seem vanishing trends
So I cry tonight but what shall I gain
Tomorrow I’ll struggle and then day after day again

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