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