Instead of smiling,
She was crying
A moment of silence replace tumults of joy;
Thus the day i was born,
A day when the sun sat on the nook of horizon east,
Thus when the angels,
The lords sung benediction along with a dirge,
But on a hallowed neon day with my sister's breath i was born
In her calls,
I hear my calls to
In her cries,
I cried out to meet the world and when she opened her eyelets,
I recieve my sight
Thus she call me "Thomas"
She say there was no even a chance i could be alive
She say, she doubt i could live long and still today the star is shining in darkness
Thus the truth lying in her soul resting in peace
"Based on a true story...., Sometimes we are born but not just the same some cry to meet the world and some cldnt get the chance....and so as i"
@onnie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem