You could have been your country's crest.
How wheels of fortune turn - pitiful fate,
'Run my angel for heaven can't wait'.
As I relive, it is too much of pain
when I walk down the memory lane.
For long I have kept you in my heart -
I'll let you go now, it's time to part.
A favour - It is one that you owe,
which way you went let me know.
Where was He when you met your end?
Boy beside you, I guess was your friend.
Walk up the stairs you shining pearl -
Meet your own, my sweet Kosovo girl.
Prasenjit©2022
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