Sometimes just reminds me my childhood
We were watching tv with other siblings our mother was busy to cook or prepared our dinner
Load shedding was regular routine
When power goes off i could have never make a simple step to help give a lighter or candle. Because I can not see well in dark.
I would rolled my eyes to seeing little bit of ray but it would take time to come in my retina.
I am feeling just like that today
Rolling my eyes for piece of ray
Which will be clearing my path
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem