Deep thoughts for Your Birthday


Your eyes are closed…
Your lips froze in pout…
One candle gets dozed…
And everyone gets loud…
Calling mother from the cradle…
Wooden horse and on it’s saddle…
Running to school with such a zest…
Becoming older, becoming best…
I thought I’d write for you even more…
But cake I see and my eyes sore…
And well my battery is five percent…
Happy Birthday, my dear friend!!!

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