Inside the womb,
I learnt from my mother,
The language of her heart -
For 9 months without a break;
I came out to the world,
With her language, emotions,
Values, beliefs and thoughts -
The free gifts of my mother;
In my father's back,
I inherited my identity and nationality,
There I entered into a covenant,
That I neglected, and remember not,
Alongwith my mother language,
My identity and nationality -
Forgotten and discarded by me -
As did the lost tribe of Israel,
Like nomadic people living in,
Peripheries of a forgotten land
Mykoul
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