I pray for just a day to come
When I shall wear the best of smiles.
Dance like I have never before,
So the world know a kid is born
Not out of luck but through hard work
My golden pen will be happy,
Top we made it, through thick and thin.
I look forward to such a day
When the green grass will be a grace
And the fruits shall nourish my tracts
For talents had performed and waited
But fate failed to understand
Blessings should not come as disguise
Form of curses, tears, pains and regrets.