Having Travelled The Great Countries in Seven Continents Poem by Mohammad Younus

Having travelled the great countries in seven continents,
Tired, after roaming in green pastures,
I desired to take a flight to return to my motherland,
But was pushed back, and denied to enter my home,
My mother inclined over me, and asked:
'Where you had been all these years? '
I ascended the mountain heights to look for you,
By full breath I emptied my breast with long sighs,
When I failed to trace your shadows walking to me,
You left me alone in distress to face,
The monsters of hate, oppression, and shame,
When I was drowned in tears and blood,
But, you are still the most beloved to me,
I am afraid: you will again desert me,
It might bother you to listen the echoes of my pain
Better for you, not to dream your home coming,
Until the flames of torture and torment calm down,
You may come after the resistance and fight conclude,

Mother! I swear, I shall return to you,
From the strange lands, that can never be my own,
Where still I am in search of my identity,
Where, through gradual assimilation,
I have lost, my life's precious things -
My language, my culture, and my religion,
I want to escape from the alien capitals,
I will come back, I will come back,
It's difficult for me to bear the painful voices,
From the roaring streams and proud mountains,
I will wash your body soaked in blood and tears,
I will erase the brandsof slavery from your face,
I will immerse your soul in the fragrance of freedom,
I promise I will darn your mutilated map,
I promise I will rebuild on your land,
The monuments of love and peace

Mykoul