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
A marble, jostling among the congregation says: I am not so obsolete But am impelled to be desolate For, the ultimate cause of humanity Perished in its serendipity. Defiance and vengeance and malevolence Thrived in conquering this vicinity But humanity-succumbed
Being a mother… That path that is sometimes taken, that path that sometimes reaches you, and that you, even as a companion, always walks. That road full of efforts of pains and struggles but pregnant with joys, with teachings. That