At the stroke of midnight
The cool breeze wakes me up.
I feel the presence of my dear mother
And the desire to live grows.
I keep myself awoke,
Looking at the eastern sky,
I notice the beginning of a new day.
The scattered golden rays
Involves me
In the birth of a new Sun.
Like a new born baby,
He is welcomed,
Amidst the festive moments of the dawn.
The world wakes up
So as not to miss the event so great.
The horizon spreads afar,
As the events unfold.
I lose myself in the hectic day
And when the dusk arrives
I take stock of my accounts.
I listen to my queries from within,
And I try to answer them all.
I see the sky, full of stars,
Brighter than ever before.
I feel shy of their eye winks,
And the desire to live longer grows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem