Stepping out of the womb and reaching out to the world,
Many couldn't make it but i am here;
Over the years studying through life,
Enough to know my name and, to understand who i am.
In the crafts of life with the ways of nature,
In the struggles of life with the pains along,
Through the cold and through the heat,
With midnight blues;
Seeing a modest mouse and an alluring cat dancing together,
Like an wakening facts from the old school! !
As bring out my prototype to the world as a poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem