That spectre haunts me all the time
To the very core of the mime,
When I feared you losing
After an extreme musing.
Your first birthday we spent together
With the humbleness inside one another,
Your Last birthday you (two) spent together
With the grudging fire burning long splendour.
Today the day has arrived
Let's see what it has burrowed,
For the fate of romantics
With the binge of semantics.
My fire will continue
No need to douse my revenue,
You are free enough to count and patch
The last wound you have scratch.
With each passing day, tears fall from my eyes
Making sodden your birthday dyes,
A memory comes to my mind,
Of your all the promises, you left behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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