My days are always ordinary;
That’s how I live with my normal life.
Everything goes through my diary;
Where my memories are often ripe.

On all the chapters, I’m the author;
But for every word, you’re the readers.
God is a Sage and an Editor;
Whom His faith showers on believers.

Life begins in a little effort;
Where I sow and water every seed.
With my hands mind no pain of distort;
As I keep on serving every need.

If every sprout grows its harmful thorns;
I don’t hesitate to pick them up.
Just like pages of book that are torn;
And it waits to be written non-stop.

I don’t get tired of doing these things;
Even if it takes me everyday.
It is I who expel wrongdoings;
To forget frustration and dismay.

I always think that I’m not alone;
I may be in pain but I’m still strong.
I stand tall and as hard as a stone;
And I’m often awake all day long.

Determination brings me up high;
Together with my life grows some fruits.
It nourishes me until I die;
And it grabs me on ground by its roots.

My diary fills me with moments;
Of how to survive in everything.
I’m all conscious to be dependent;
With the things that need further searching.