Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
Birthday - Poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
A friend of mine invited me
On his birthday ceremony
He arranged to express his glee,
When reached the age of forty three.
His house was adorned like a bride;
Everything there was beautified;
The birthday song was sung aside;
My friend looked as if puffed with pride.
Gladly the candles were lighted;
The cake was cut and divided
Among those who were invited;
A scene of rapture was sighted.
Though for my friend’s life I did pray,
My thoughts went the opposite way.
Why do we enjoy our birthday,
When our life wanes a year this day?
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