POEM - MOTHERLAND... Poet - Munira Sultan (Uzbekistan)
MOTHERLAND...
Munira Sultan
Thousands of years later, everyone is still awake.
The wonderful soil where my navel blood was spilled,
"Sweet suffering" why is the coin trembling?
I miss you, Motherland!
Homeland, I miss you even far away,
I can't describe it, I write poetry,
Hearing your words, I will water my country,
My mother is hot from you, Mother is the place!
When I first step on your threshold,
My father was always like a mountain.
He prayed and observed every day, every moment,
My father wants to come from you, Father is the place!
Memories come alive in me again,
When I first opened my eyes,
Silence would be the governor in my world,
I want you in my blanket, Motherland!
Eucalyptus in the tracks of my cradle,
If my mother repeats her sweet prayers,
If the past season of my childhood returns again,
My baby is sick of you, Motherland!
I felt your music, Fatherland!!!
©®Munira Sultan
UZBEKISTAN-TASHKENT-BEKOBAD
* Translated by Mamanov Ozodjon
Swapner Vela Sahitya Patrika (The Raft of Dreams Literary Magazine) is a Bilingual magazine in which Bengali and English literature are published from Aurangabad, MSD, W.B. Editor - Md Ejaj Ahamed
Swapner Vela Sahitya Patrika (The Raft of Dreams Literary Magazine) is a Bilingual magazine in which Bengali and English literature are published by Md Ejaj Ahamed from Aurangabad, Murshidabad, West Bengal, India
