The Day That You Are Born
What difference does it make in the origin;
It was not the birth of star.
It was like any ordinary day'
The day spun out of night;
The night spun out of the day.
Animals fed on their prey-- food chain remained unaffected.
Wind blow seasonally,
River flew too;
No smell from the heaven or hell.
Mon said, "It was sunny and chilly" - just like any ordinary winter day.
It was just as insignificant as it could be
In the human history;
It was not new; it was not old too.
It was like a buzzing of a bee
And, from the home, I came out 'to be';
It was worth telling -- people are born daily.
There I came into being,
"Therefore I am"--
I came with a buzzing of a bee, AND
It was important for me
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