Birthdays are happy happenings
A year from the day you are born
Year after year, with a cake
An additional candle for each year
You celebrate you’re the eventful day
The day you were born
And look forwards to red lettered birthdays
Eighteenth, coming of age,
Twenty First, your graduating year and
Entry to adulthood with a new job and pay packet
The year you get married, entry into family life
The birthday year when you, be a father
Thus on and so forth, you come to the seventy fifth birthday.
Suddenly you realize the hollowness
Of looking, forward towards your final destiny
You accept the truth, the Maker’s pre planned destiny
And to be positive; remove too the negativity of the end
You turn around and instead of looking at the end
You look at the life you lived
The quota of success and failures
The good health and sickness
Happiness and joy of living with
The ever present streaks of dark spots in life
Without happiness, which itself will have no meaning.
Isn’t it wonderful looking at life from the final goal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Next year i shall be a Sr.citizen but i hv started to recount my days with new creativity in each moment of my future life. Thanks for calling me back to my by gone days. Regards ever.