To Father Poem by DK DK

oh, Father return home now,
I am alone sitting in the old,
the window of a mud house,
fearful eyes tearing full of waiting
you here, the poverty-stricken you,
your worried face, in the life face,
your honesty, your sincerity,
brought you great calamity,
the lake of your eyes tears dried up
by the agonies of the world,
Your barren eyes, make me full of
fear for your tender heart,
this village is full of devils,
who want to eat our bones,
Oh Father let everything be devil's
lust, we will sleep hungry,
what can be more luxurious,
than your lap, your smell
is the panacea to all my agonies.