When she was born,
A little angel was sent to hell that day,
Gratification grazed every body's face,
Aura of aroma spread all over,
Weather gone pleasant and divine melody was played,
because it was a festival to celebrate.
Down poured the sky from his blue turned black face,
By mistake, He sent that angel to born as a new,
of her kind he had very few.
Every body knew, sky needed solace,
But no body cared and turned their face.
I sympathise with sky on his grief,
Also give him a note of thanks in brief.
I entreat you god,
Always keep her contented like a sandboy with heed,
Confer her my share even if she doesn't need.
Strengthen her arms to face any misery of life,
But don't ever let any misery to create any strife.
Always help her in accomplishment of what she does dream,
Don't be with me, I'll n'er scream.
Don't ever bring a moment of grief for her,
Also confer me her share even it does exceed,
She is my love indeed.
Now also let me celebrate that day,
and wish her,
A VERY VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ♥♥
