After three decades,
I'm back in my country again...
To see the sodden red earth and sand;
Once it was like the Eden,
with vines laden...
Alas! Now it's a barren land,
Now the Devils are gone,
I'm back at my home...
To breath the free air of
my motherland...
booming or blast or a ping of a bullet
Never, never shall our
offsprings percieve...
All fair and dark
with turban and fez...
Until to till the soil so fertile
I have the courage
I'll till and plough
And make my country
A green paradise...
P Nanayakkara
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