The thirtieth, May, this year,
Is the thirty fifth day of you,
That comes to you in as many years.
A mother may wish with smile.
A spouse may wish with eyes.
The kids may do with grins.
Others may greet you with words.
But the pet wishes with silence.
That silence is louder than the sound.
A wish gains as per its source,
Not by words. The pet has no words.
All wish you to live long.
I wish you to live young.
21.05.2001, Pmdi
Greeting from the forbidden lover]
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