It was a gloomy rainy day,
Not listening what mom had to say.
Geared up my new bi wheeler,
Which gave my image a feeler.
The drive was free and calm,
With intermediate shops and palm.
Clouds covered my above blue sky,
Like a squad following the spy.
A car just gushed from my back,
And it was as speed as a buck.
The hair width gap between us,
Put my balance in a fuss.
Sliding away from the hard tar,
Made me fall into a distant far.
What I remembered last seeing,
Was, that car speedily fleeing.
Unknowing three days has passed,
Inside a room that was glassed.
My head was blunt and pale,
As if I carried a large bale.
Trying to open my left eyebrow,
Gave hazy peep of the doctor's show.
But the vibrations that hit my ears,
Coughed off all my strange fears.
A little question emerged in my heart,
Which gave my life a new start.
For knowing a very big reason,
‘to live, why was I chosen? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem