The Ancestry Comments

The fame and name that reflected in many Now buried in the soil of origin To be torn away from the tangled roots The agony foaming forth from nine fathom.... Lament from the souls of kin breezing away like a tale of woe of the season......beautiful

Hi Jaishree, Lovely nostalgic poem. Heavily nostalgic. Of the old days.... Such was our blood... Such is our blood But what was ours is not ours anymore..... What is we can do now, when the times have changed, the tables have turned.... Lament from the souls of kin breezing away like a tale of woe of the season........ and The fame and name that reflected in many Now buried in the soil of origin...