On the 5th day of April
Seventy-seven years ago,
I was born.
I took my first breath.
I had shut my eyes against the light,
And did not see anything in that darkness;
I didn't know where I was and why.
Soon, I was crying aloud,
To clear my throat and lungs.
I was hungry,
I received a wash and a soft rubdown,
Then after a brief suckle fell asleep.
As though from faraway
I heard someone joyfully announce
My arrival;
I had arrived in this world of work and stress.
Such a senior man. Poem Hunter should garland you everyday....you are a great son my country...Hai Hind!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Next 5 April I'll congratulate you on your BirthDAY, Ravinder Sir! You are in a most respected phase in your life, on a high standing level respected very much by me. I happened to read your name and so I can give this amazing BirthDAY poem a comment.5 Stars!