From the den of quilt, the birds chatter
The sun can rise differently.
From the cocoon came out the butterflies
To usher someone in this mid February.
Yesternight when Ante Meridiem strolled
With alto in her voice
Some dew dropped in her eyes
anointing labour without a choice.
It was her birth, some thirty five years back
As if ejected from earth's virginity.
A thousand light years past, as it was,
Fountain of rays smile in simplicity.
From lifeline to fate line, an undefined ending
En route flourished lakes and isle
A drop of life, I wish you,
a flow of laughter, an ocean of smile.
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