it creat me...so please please read this...♥♥♥♥ Here, the hero has left his country and feels sad for the loss of the motherlandas well as his love interest he misses from there. The story revolves around rains which have been important in positive and negative ways in his life earlier, and remind him of his countryssoil and the smell of the soil during rains. When the water fell from the sky,there was smell of (my own) soil (that I felt).. Water rained from the sky,Come, turn, O beloved,come o Gods good samaritan,come turn to the pathwhere Gods grace lives.. Where we were together, (it can well befor the motherland, object not specified)I didnt value itand left my own gardens..In a foreign land, in rented houses,I live now..I keep searching day and night, all alone,keep searching for your company..O lord, get me to meet (her)where lives Gods grace.. When I saw my city being leftby the unknown one,My voice also left.. How far do I sit, (how far I am)becoming helpless,O God, what are you punishing me for..Listen to my voice once,Fulfil my one wish,listen to my one prayer.. Then I wont, I wont turn back and call you..(to ask for anything again)
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 16:06:19 +0000