“When there was advent of spring on earth, And life was about to make a pleasant growth. Abruptly, the breeze was blowing with a distinct fear, As if the fury of havoc is soon to appear. There was a still silence of approaching adversity, And the shadow of conflict wrapped…
“My tender eyelift approaching the blazing auric rays, And the blushing peel got the reflex for the precious embrace. My fragile vision can see your gleaming face of supple smile, Oh, I know you mommy, my guardian heavenly angel. I can hear your voice singing sweet melody… And I twinkle…