Life's Test Poem by Shanika marini Paul

Breath of life thou enteth me at birth,
Breath of life, with no joy ushered,
Who art thou to maketh me detest life's very grain,
Who art thee, who decideth to maketh me feel insane.

My life, Oh! A long struggled trend,
Thath gripethed me, my soul and never leteth go,
Breath of life, my enemy, my foe,
Why pretendeth thee, to grant me bliss,
And maketh my parents smile.

Loneliness, isolation doth weep in poetry,
Yet thou breatheth yet in my toiling breath,
Doth thou not realize, the eternal pain
Thath causeth me ruin and vain.

Ay! But if thou leaveth my body;
No ones to say, where my soul maybe taken,
So breatheth I pray, Oh, breath of life,
But haveth mercy upon my toil and pain.