O! April, is it you?
For whom I yearn to visit home,
To feel the beauty underneath the earth,
To live the moments in renewed orchards,
While listening to the soulful chirping of birds.
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O! April, yes! Its bloody you,
For whom I walked miles
To differentiate blood of my dears from brutes,
To endure my journey in bloodbathed roads,
While resisting the heartbreaking sounds of bullets.
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O! April – The mother of greenery,
It’s you, for whom I longed to meet,
To enjoy the new life given to the dead lot,
Wonder to see colourful flowers of your season,
Red, brown,white, pink, purple, blue and green.
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O! April, The bloody mother of bloodshed,
Yes! Its you, whom i hate the most,
Clutched wailing mothers and crushed innocents,
Yes! You changed your nature of greenery
Into an everlasting hatred of BLACK DARKNESS.
