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Faraz Ahmed memon


The day you were born


The day you were born the day of paradise
When bloom smiles charmingly
Says happy birthday to you
Fragrant blossom of spring

When the stars twinkle twinkle
Says happy birthday to you
The dazzling pearl

When the sky wears a rainbow
Says happy birthday to you
The queen of colours

When the cuckoo sings melodious
Says happy birthday to you
The sweetest of rhythms

When the heart pray of peace
Says happy birthday to you
The princess of hearts

When the soul slumber soundless
Says happy birthday to you
The dream of the dawn

Submitted: Saturday, September 22, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011

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