Welcome to Nigeria's No.1 Article Reading Platform.

Header Ads

Poetry: The day I was born By: Fadil Ibn Uthman



It  was a great day that I couldn't explain
When papa and relatives were running up and down
Through  the four corridors of the hospital 
With unstoppable prayer

It was a day that full of experience 
When mama was chanting on her delivering bed
Shouting and crying aloud 
Hope this won't be my last day on this earth

It later came after a raucous  of push
Wuen wuen the sound of the new born baby
Papa jubilate and praise his lord
For having a great successor

Allahumusta'aan

Post a Comment

0 Comments