It’s that time of the year again when you grow up
When you are up on the stage
And the spotlight’s on you
And action—
Cards, flowers, chocolates
A thoughtful book
A foreign smelling perfume
Messages, calls, WhatsApps
Dutiful Facebook reminds your friends.
“Many happy returns of the day.”
Hey it’s your birthday.
A yearly ritual dearly held
Not by you.
A day of expectations,
An anxiety of performance
Dress well, talk well, play well,
Tell everyone that you are so happy,
It’s HAPPY birthday after all.
When you are a kid-you grow UP
When you are a grown up-you grow OLD
A candle more every year
25-55-85-??
Surprise party…everyone screams,
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!”
You are the star tonight,
A shooting star trailing bright.
Happy eve of ur birthday! :) Nice description of the drama quotient of birthdays :)
ReplyDeletesujaan..ha ha..there's no event without drama..thought might just exaggerate what we all feel at times !
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