Last bits of spices..
Curries become bland
No wonder they fought
for Cinnamon in my land...
..Night get lightened
for Christmas or new year
Why all my heart gets dark
with eyes are filled with tear..
Dark sky , misty cold
no bright sun it's gloom
before get worse, pack my bags
Oh, time to go back home.
Picture .....By Asanka Ruwan Sagara. ..thank you brother
Ohh.. How sweet if it is a reality..
ReplyDeleteAre you serious???
yes of course..I want to see my mother . It is true life is hard back home. We still miss it..Can't help.
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