The thirtieth, May, this
year,
Is the thirty fifth day of
you,
That comes to you in as many
years.
A mother may wish with smile.
A spouse may wish with eyes.
The kids may do with grins.
Others may greet you with
words.
But the pet wishes with
silence.
That silence is louder than
the sound.
A wish gains as per its
source,
Not by words. The pet has no
words.
All wish you to live long.
I wish you to live young.
21.05.2001, Pmdi
[Greeting from the forbidden
lover]

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