When to the world I came
For the drivers of mine
It was a cluster of joy
But a muster of lugubrious sadness
For those who dwells in sorrow
My past a domicile of endless battle
Will I continue bathing in blood?
No, if the infants propose death
The elders are capable of cremating
Hunger and suffering chairman my life
Grief and pain are my daily bread
Why do I peered into a worthless world?
If I aware that I will be born
I would have loose the train of life
This rope will be my carrier
To the world of the ages
This stool will be my feet
To the chinvat bridge
POET –O’SHEGE
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