Birthday Celebrations Poem by Lata Dubey

Joy or pain, hard to reconcile,
My birthday on eighteenth
Gave me a drive to strive incessantly
On the path of glory untiringly
To go on with newer world to relish
The purer forms of beauty
And keep away from malice
Into a holy river of happiness, Love and
Long lasting fragrance
Of compassion, charity, hope, human bonding and kindness
That may keep me vibrant enough to undergo
The ever-flowing small stream of
Loss, envy, desire, longings, distrust
And disdain and show
Me the vision of pure delight.