God I am literate about
Thee can shower the miracle
But I wonder when!
Curse for my parents am I
‘Past’ when I view thy
Still struggling to establish
May be paying the price high.
Glittering stars
I wish I could fetch for them
But abortive still
And know not when.
The days I remember
They worked like thunder
They dreamed future better
But I am still a drifter.
The second I see my parents
Nobody see how I lament
Their broken health needs rest
But still doing their best.
Trying my patience thee
How I handle to see
But I wonder thee when
Will shower the miracle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem