To My Little Mom
every day begins with dew,
morning glow with sun shine-
light fades in the evening,
birthday brings happiness to you;
each day seldom differs from other,
so is every evening sub-lime,
but passing the test of time-
birthday carries joy together;
think of stars shining in the sky,
gift-wraps unfolding its magic,
soft music and smell of flowers,
the chorus of friends –never die;
your pet cat in corner says, ‘mew mew’,
with a hope to get her share of cake,
but joyous friends -on the deck-
continue singing “Happy Birthday to You.”
rajkumar@kolkata
Rajkumar Mukherjee
November 07,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem