Will i call him a father? No, i'll rather call me a ladder. Whom by intuity i climb, To this jealousy land. He is more than a father to me, He is a pole, pillar and a hill. That stood still even in time of need. To dress our cheek with encourging feeds. Happy birthday to you, Excel still and by wealth be full.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem