On the first sunlight I arose,
To see a bunch of rose;
Through my bed room door,
It is my birthday I remember;
Sun shining brightly in the sky;
Reminding me of my,
Good days I passed by;
They had promised to come by,
Whenever going went hay wire;
Waiting for them day by day,
Sun came and went by,
Moon waited for me in the sky;
Along with Stars to smile,
On me whenever I was shy;
I start the day with a smile to spare,
To my lovely friends in the sky,
Who shall be with me whenever I cry;
Who shall be with me whenever I cry;
Your poem is lovely Vidyadhar, I look forward to reading more. Melvina
It's good to have good friends. I admit that I couldn't make it without my - very wonderful and priceless- family and friends who are so faithful to me. Thank you.
Friends in the Sky, Friends to keep you dry, friends in thoughts... friendly :)
Loved this peom! It reached deep in my heart thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A touching poem. What you may want to do is to slowely think of what yu want to say and make your readers to like it. 'Writing Poetry Is Like Painting With Words', 'Robert Louis Stevenson' Thanks Tracker