Birthday - Poem by Ajit Das
What’s special about birthday?
When you came to the world,
you just filled in a vacancy,
creating another in the future
to be filled when you’ll depart.
It’s a remembrance that ends
with the outer glitter fading.
Then life moves on as usual,
staying close to the route,
wary of charting unknown path.
You remain satisfied, engrossed
in small joy, feel heartbroken,
when befallen by small sorrow.
Sailing on wavelets of a placid sea
you navigate to another shore.
But no dream or mission spurs you
to wipe off tears from a grieving face,
bring cheers to one toiling in misery.
Still all this glossy show-off,
trumpeting the spectacle of your birth!
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