Oh, my birthday!
why should i celebrate you every year
since you push me to the world of dead
you snatch all pleasure of my life
make me orphan for whole life
or else God was taking care of me.
No one is ready to listen my voice
my voice is making an echo all around
judgemental power can punish a life
but never it thinks to give a life
how can i expect a life
when all are dead
how can they sow a seed of life
when dead before getting a life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem