the dayend corpse of me
touched by the sunlight
is reborn a baby.
thus each morn
defying finality of death
in hopes wild
opens eyes a child.
he sees no death
in renewed faith
finds revival.
all pains aside
retakes the ride
of survival.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Their innocent eyes are open to a world unknown. All Pains aside retakes the world of survival Great words Pradip