Sixty three long years
I breathed here fears
Confidence sweeps tears
That my Mother bears.
Happy am I on this day
Mother's pangs in bay-
Womb's first pressure
Pushed out her treasure.
That was a Sunday night
That brought me to fight
Against all ills at my sight
As a Tragic Hero I alight! .
Wonderful poem. Many Many Happy Returns of the day! God Bless. This date 8/8 doubles in your birthdate, quiet beautiful day too...
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I would like to translate this poem
you are 63 years young happy birthday with many many more to come nice writing