Of beauty, culture and history you are the perfect paradigm, As you resonate through our hearts like a gentle chime. It’s your birthday for the sixty fifth time, We belong to you, just as words do to a mime.
Many hardships and trials you face, Yet carrying forward with poise and grace, Your tribulations we are obligated to erase, While your bright future is ours to chase.
Just as a lamp with an eternal glow, Our dedication to you must always flow, Love, integrity and peace we shall always show, Swiftly cutting through the negatives, like an arrow through a bow.
As your children, we pay you homage, As you lovingly take us to the 65th page, Our lives are an ode to you as you age, We wear your colours proud, like bright plumage
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY Intelligent man says, I feel it is a special day It is not my birthday It is mother’s day When our daughter came to bring us happiness, I felt it, A special day Children truly excited to
’tis a playing field for many kinds out in the arena, to discern the companionship of the puissant sun ’tis a hot, new summer day , blithe and sound maketh thou run, run, run… syrupy voice of nightingale, fills candied
World seemed so calm before we met A burned soul left ashes of regret All day I have searched deep inside A glint in shadow seemed to hide This night had the wildest experience And your tantalize was more intense
My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats: for I never meant to travel far. But to picture The little Mermaid’s adventures along the foamy edge of ocean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees,