His eightieth birthday passed
Without pomposity
With wife when his daughter
with her family joined
At his native village,
Where his father did his
As Sathabishek function
With all pomposity,
With all his descendants, ,
Kith and friends well present,
Twenty-five years ago,
To lose his wife that year.
Thanks, I didn't celebrate.
21.06.2021
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