Years halt at this passage of wind-
Through the lanes of moist memories
Upon lonely quarters call, above the sky,
Her company -mirror of this soul arrives.
With tears and buffer, flashes of bygone-
Haunted in the primacy of loneliness,
With a voice to counter all those evils-
A shoulder to rest- conscience in crisis.
You descended - when darkness delved to stifle-
Blossom of the lotus-upon the meridian of my pen,
An angel - sent by the mighty, to console, writ-
Virtues- inherited with this birth, did not wane!
And tomorrow, flashes with the ethereal truth,
Disallow to be called- for gift of the heavenly morn,
Arrive with lives of millions ages, transcend-
The lengths of life, earth, smiles -the sun!
With tears and buffer! But, there are better days ahead. Nice work.
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A lovely birthday gift and a great tribute to one's sister. Both be blessed.