Oh, our daughters and sons <br />The place you live in <br />Speaks language of weapons <br />They love war instead of peace <br />They love death instead of life. <br /> <br />Oh, our dearest children <br />Come back home <br />We have a green country <br />A heavenly home <br />For a happy and peaceful life. <br /> <br />The ever smiling river <br />Full of silver fish <br />Dancing green fields <br />Full of golden crops <br />waiting for you. <br />The embroidered quilt of <br />your grandma <br />Shall hug you warmly <br />in a biting winter. <br />You will feel asleep <br />On your mother's lap <br />Come back home. <br /> <br />Mystic folk singers <br />will sing in your honour <br />Come back home <br />Be with your dreaming people.<br /><br />Ershad Mazumder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-back-home-2/
