W-hile there's life there's hope,
E-ven though the clouds gather;
N-ever miss the silver lining,
G-rey and dark are about over.
P-ray to the Almighty Father,
A-sk Him to make you strong;
N-o reason to worry about,
G-od never lets you go wrong.
A-llow your faith to be firm,
N-ever let it gradually fade;
I-nstead of losing confidence,
B-ehold the victorious parade.
A-s the seventeenth of October vows a promising scope;
N-eglect not to take a chance, while there's life there's hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Behold the victorious parade and never lose patine. God is with you. Beautiful message is given on Birthday.
Thanks, Kumarmani... May the good Lord be with you always....