Thought!

Believe me it was not my fault that you live on other side of life.
It was not my decision to keep you poor.
It was not me...
It was not me...
I was nowhere...
You looked straight into my eyes and told me that how hard it is to get back home with that big bucket of water and how far is home and how alone is mother.
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Iran I do not love you anymore, you are not a good mother to your children anymore.
You are not my once beloved homeland any more...