It was a serene night of November
Night starts darkening the globe solemnly
A soul then came to being, I was born.
My soul has a new identity,
A name, a father, a mother
A home, an abode to breathe,
I Inhale and exhale faster in an unknown world
With some strange faces around—and was crying.
Later, I became a name,
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday,life,life and death