A Homeland

My beautiful Armenia that since the day i never saw Though It was my dream since my chidhood days The longing and the love of a mother land Melted with ache and passion always were there At the deepest corner in my childish heart The love and the ache of being away from the home gave me the inspiration to write The first poem i've wrote was about my motherland Yet all that I knew about my home i've learn it from the history books I've watched the beauty of my home with the eyes of my soul I figured it in my mind I saw it with the eyes of my soul and i admired Every time a friend asks me 'what do you want from homeland'? I answer '.A bottele of an air and a piece of stone' From the grounds of my home. To kiss the ground of my grandfather's land To smell and breath the pure air The memorial lands rich in history Where my grandfather's memories lie.