i m really so sorry sweet heart,
i m a child with no excuse next to you mum,
but we still bonded like coupled,parents and inferior,
creator and creation,grave and banyon of older times,
and yet its so filthy and lightless, squizing my soul,
nowhere to lift myself or let you go distance,
through all yet i feel deep agony and ache,
my immortal birth-land,
on your 40th years of victory,
love you.