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

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