Why your celebration ended on a discordant note?
You took a French leave,
Die so young.
Your mother left in the forest of impenetrable silence.
Oh! Abiku
Why you make your mother sing sonorous song of sorrow?
Dark dig deep pain into the humble's heart
Yet, your inner eyes is stark naked.
Oh! Abiku
why did you make your mother flow in flood tears?
The eyes of your conscience is in dark mind
Tear gives you rank
And it makes your mother lack
Yet, desert grows on your face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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