My Winning Century Poem

MY WINNING CENTURY POEM! -Dharga Nagar Safa A century- One hundred runs in just an hour, In the funny game of cricket, A century, One hundred years- 8,76,000 hours in the game of life, My prayers for my mother,Sahidiya,to live long a century! Every letter,every word,every sentence,every paragraph.... Of my poems from the womb of my mother, The drops of ink wetting a small piece of paper, Injected in me with her breast, She carried me and brought down guiding to carry on in life, It carried me to the World that you dreamt,today, My Ma!,look,where I am now? At the center of the Globe carrying you in a poem, May it a success and may it a failure, My carrying you in my poem,is a win for me!