Treasure Island

riya misi

(coimbatore)

Happy Birthday


Is it the Age new born
Or the gifts & surprise
Is it the new dress & giant cake
Or the happy celebrations
What’s special, on your B’day?

It is the step to new dreams
Peace within
It is wish to be made
Which turn true
That’s special on my B’day

It is the first wish last year
I made truly
It is that ’let all friends who hurts leave me’
Like a cotton weed split &disappear in the air
That came true from my B’day

It is true lies I showed you
To set your anger tight to leave
It is not right to greet or wish but still live in peace
From your B’day

Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 11, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Topic(s): happy

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Happy Birthday by riya misi )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Onto Another Place, Alan Bruce Thompson
  2. Don Quixote, Fyodor Sologub
  3. Narcoleptic, Alan Bruce Thompson
  4. God Will Doom You, Fyodor Sologub
  5. مرثية أغنية قديمة, سميح القاسم
  6. Take Me As I Am, Alan Bruce Thompson
  7. His Wines, Feasts And Funs, Fyodor Sologub
  8. I Composed These Rhythmical Sounds, Fyodor Sologub
  9. Some Wizard, Very Bad And Sly, Fyodor Sologub
  10. A Society Needing Prayer, Kelley Collins

Poem of the Day

poet Henry David Thoreau

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]