I thank God for having sent me here,
What did I bring? Bare body and no wear,
No sense, nothing to see, only to hear,
Opening eyes slowly and gently with fear,
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Rotated in womb like spindle Breathed inside wall but still able, Counting days to herald in life, Still inborn and time not rife,
As moments approach with pain, Blood rush up and run in vain,
Rotated in womb like spindle Breathed inside wall but still able, Counting days to herald in life, Still inborn and time not rife,
I thank God for having sent me here, we all in fact should tahank god...10
I raised my fist at my brother to slap, Heard some sound from the back with clap..i thank god for his kind act...10
I thank God for having sent me here, What did I bring? Bare body and no wear, No sense, nothing to see, only to hear, everybody should thank the god...10
Thank you so much dear poet for sharing this valuable poem.