Yesterday was my Birthday. I did not celebrate it. But it was celebrated. Yes, It was celebrated my children ( my daughter Rehana and her husband Basha). They brought a cake and asked me to cut it.
I regard them as my children and they regard us as their parents. Their love made my Birthday. Until I wrote Bharatavarsha my Birth was a not really matter of worth but now I discovered worth and mirth of my Birth. I celebrate the birthday of Bharatavarsha. And the celebrations continue
When I was a child I was enthusiastic about my Birthday.
All that God dished - sonnet
Should we on birthday rock?
I would rather sit like a rock
under the tree of poetry
For aught you may disagree
I really have no degree
to write in such a big scale
Degrees behind the passion trail
I open my mind's treasury
and go into a state of reverie
The memories of my childhood
The movie scenes of Hollywood
I girl I kissed and the bus I missed
I remember all that I wished
All that God to me dished
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