Reason to Dance

by hannan   Apr 3, 2008


What was earth but a boring place;
To get up in the morning,with a million problems to face.
No fun, No play;
'Only work",they say.
And stress to accompany you throughout the day.
Nothing would change;
Nothing was fine;
Until December,the 14th,1989.
To raise world to the level of heavens,
A boy was born when the clock struck seven.
God gave world a reason to dance;
The reason now famous with the name of HANNAN.

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