From the start of conception
He knew he was a champion
Like a lion in a mission
His ambition was no fiction
Nine months he counted in the womb
In there, he paused and pondered
His yearn was to conquer
The mother could tell by the kicks
The D-Day at long last came
The world to welcome a treasure
A masterpiece - a gift from God
Specially made by the mighty hands
The world was longing and eager
To welcome this one of a kind
With trumpets and tuba in wait
Tensed faces they made to paint
his birth was right
For good was was the fate
With a tap on his butt
The cry was fitter than fit
His arrival was a bang
Dealing less with the tongue
But with deeds that defined
Defined what he had coined
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Loved it. Keep pondering and add a little curiosity to the mix. Look forward to reading more of your poetry. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn