A-nother day is dawning,
N-ight is already gone;
T-wenty-sixth January morn
H-onors the special one.
O-utside of your closed door
N-ew hopes wait for their turn;
Y-earning to knock for entry, as the flame of joy starts to burn.
P-ure delight continues,
A-scertaining its proper place;
V-isiting dreams turn the night
I-nto a day to be
A-mazed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Magnificent piece. anjandev roy.