Love of Home
My thoughts of kind
Home had jammed up
In my mind,
As the train sped up.
Left-by hazy mountains,
Paddy fields and green trees,
Coming along with the ever yearning,
Memories of my dear, thee.
The fresh wind,
Is not like in the downtown,
Caresses my face while my mind,
Drifted to my home town.
Many fields are full of green,
And filled with water,
Working farmers in the green,
As my longing thoughts nested in my heart center.
Though my feet walked out of home,
My heart remained at home.
Now, I deeply understand the love of home,
And home sweet home.
My thoughts of kind
Home had jammed up
In my mind,
As the train sped up.
Left-by hazy mountains,
Paddy fields and green trees,
Coming along with the ever yearning,
Memories of my dear, thee.
The fresh wind,
Is not like in the downtown,
Caresses my face while my mind,
Drifted to my home town.
Many fields are full of green,
And filled with water,
Working farmers in the green,
As my longing thoughts nested in my heart center.
Though my feet walked out of home,
My heart remained at home.
Now, I deeply understand the love of home,
And home sweet home.
BaKoGi
(On the Express train between Bangkok and Hat Yai)
(On the 7th day leaving Burma for the first time)
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