Few thoughts on the eve of my wife's birthday
The oceanic eyes still trap the soul
Smile of yours still lets the heart roll
More than words, your face still speaks
In whatever you do, passion still peaks
The long dark hair may be little short
Yet they are a ferocious serpentine sport
May be the mass in you little more stated
Your energy remains unabated
You still love Kulfi and Creams of Ice
Lizards and cockroaches, you still despise
Perfection is same in any work you do
Ofcourse, the last word is still with you..
Your fighting spirit still never lets go
Your mind still ever yearns to know
With Loving care and Lurking fears
You are still the same after many years
Change is the only constant they say
Seems not in everyone, not always
You, same old girl of decades ago..
I, the same old ardent fan and beau..
Happy birthday dear..