writhing in pain, legs strapped
i take my baby steps at 28
as the struggle continues
i keep a stoic face
for in me lies their happiness
(who sowed the seed of life in me)
sipping this bitter medicine
failing everytime i try
i still, donot give up
for the sake of those who depend on me.
strange as it may sound
these two pairs of eyes never leave me
after a tired day, even as they sleep
they watch with care, every little beep
though god forsaken, i am rescued by man
it was He, who picked me up every time i fell
i need prayers and blessings of the man
i know it is He who shall rush to my side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem