I remember the day you were born; 
The creeping shadows on the lawn.
The vermillion glow on western snow; 
The snow of clouds on monsoon flow.
The dancing breeze on old palm trees; 
Took moment a lease to welcome a bliss.
When Man seems busy in items cheesy; 
When God seems dizzy in items easy; 
Then Evening star sails and drift; 
From Life’s far to unleash a gift.
I remember the day you witnessed Sun; 
A moment cared with no borrowed fun.
The day when you first open your eyes; 
A glimpse of colours that surrounds you, flies.
The spell that can stop Time to flow; 
To adorn your world with heavenly glow.
Those spray of dew on aromated hue; 
Let form a crew to glorify you.
The trumpets blow, a journey begins; 
A humble show, all clatter serine.
I remember the day you first sing; 
Your heart reveals of all your being.
The trembling throat, your creepy voice; 
Envied a nightingale, leaves no choice.
Of all the winds that whistles in harmony; 
Of all the maestros that blows in symphony; 
The greatest of kings whose courtyards are lurked; 
The finest of strings whose notes are defied; 
Your melody shall rise to out throw them all! 
Your tune shall devote to mesmerize them all.
I remember the day you learn to dream; 
Your shining eyes rolling to welcome a win.
The day you realize the irony of a game; 
The day you bow down to accept a shame; 
The day you smile to bring showers of gem; 	
The day you sobs to learn grief to tame; 
The day you first strangle yourself in love; 
The day you bear heaviness that trails in a part; 
Ticking clocks of every sort, I witness your rise and fall; 
This song of life, thy harp of path, shall play on and on.
I remember the day you close your eyes; 
Or is it open wide to deceive all eyes! 
The flow of time sloths to stop on you; 
The hymn of glory fails to unravel any new! 
Slowly the warmth of your body disappears into void; 
What is left behind is still as mundane soil.
The truth you hug is as green as the woods; 
But truth is bitter that adorns like a noose.
Tomorrow morning, another Sun will shine in some nooks; 
Someone else will lament this verse of Life and Truth.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Piece of great elegance powerfully penned with conviction. A beautiful narrative depicting the joys and anguish of a parent and a child from birth to adulthood. Initially a blissful journey which later became deplorable, as it was fraught with stumbling blocks. I like the heightened poetic diction of the poem. A lovely piece indeed. Thanks for sharing.