Twenty March

Hear a weeping

Very load

Two little eyes opened

Look sweet smile

Human’s child was come

Hope, dream and wish

Go to the mother soul

When times go away

The sweet angel was grow

Grow with happiness

Although the storm never bored to come

Twenty March, hopes always come

Twenty March, dreams always hug

Twenty March, fill with a lot of wish

Twenty March, spirit grow like mountain

Thank you GOD You give me Twenty march

~Maya Nailufar (117894)~