On rising Pooram, on Ninth, June,
I wish you a happy birthday.
Let my wish fetch you all fortunes
As did my wish last year,
Which has cast you in many hues,
And this will cast on you all the bliss.
Those studs have stood as a talisman.
Its service to you is Yeoman.
Memories can be forgotten;
But they cannot be rubbed out.
Our relation too.
With that I depart, with heavy heart,
After you left me a year ago.
In feeding the child, mother is warmer.
In wishing you, I am warmer.
09.06.2000, Palakkad
[Pooram is the birth star of her]
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