Come back, come back, come back, son!
Dogs are moaning,
Your mother is dying;
Your father is gone. Your father is gone.
Come back, come back, come back, son!
Death is stalking,
Darkess is growing;
Rises not sun. Rises not sun.
Come back, come back, come back, son!
Wind is not blowing,
Leaves are not coming;
Many winters gone. Many winters gone.
Come back, come back, come back, son!
My arms are dropping,
My bosom is drying;
I can't be alone. I can't be alone.
Come back, come back, come back, son!
My breath is stopping,
My skin is cooling;
My coffin is done. My coffin is done.
- N P SAMAL
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