The tear of India
The tear of India
The soul of the south
It makes me very sad sometimes
but even very proud
Poverty is what you can see
The overbridge of poor and rich
Sadful faces of parents with pain
but also shining, twinkle kids...
Born in Sri Lanka
So my roots are there
Raised in the lowlands of Holland
Now it’s such a two raised kinds I share
I want to go back one day
I’m feeling myself here not really home
South-east blood, Sri Lankan roots
and just feeling here
all alone
Feelings I viewed
and feelings I even smelt
Erased the bad parts out of soul
that’s what I felt
Just a kind of liberation
I tasted some of there
Now for my heart a new creation
but now...home again
But with that two different kind of feelings I share..
The tear of India
Windwhisper: | Woensdag, november 08, 2006 20:42 |
prachtig dit, zo duidelijk voelend geschreven, hier opgegroeid, daar geboren en je hart en je bloed trekt naar je Moederland..... | |
Auteur: Manjula | ||
Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 08 november 2006 | ||
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