Was it December or January?
Was it Sunday or Monday?
Was it the evening or morning?
when I the Great was born.
My tweenie – weenie dresses were sewn by my grandma.
Will it be a girl or a boy?
These were the confusions and predictions made by my uncles and aunts
when I the Great was born.
Everybody was praying and waiting for the cute little healthy baby;
Then the moment of excitement, thrill and joy entered the hearts of all
As I the Great was born.
So , it was the morning of Monday and 30th of January;
WHEN I THE GREAT WAS BORN!
4 comments:
Welcum to the blogging world Shaista...cute poem this is...
but very realistic...
my best wishes with you
keep writing
God bless you
nice one ..although u do seem to think pretty high of urslf...
do u write poems regularly or just a tid bit here and there?
now this is a very creative piece..keep it up!!
ok dear so u remain harnessing ur hidden talent here..:)!!
original piece of work n really nice ....keep on extracting more of urs talent ...ma best wishes 2 u!!
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