It was a different morning, The start of a different day,
Skies awash in bluest blue, With freshness, one may say
There she was, head bowed, And looking slightly pensive,
Her brows knitted together,Countenance a bit reflective,
It was a walk down old lanes, Of memories of yester-years,
Childhood days to her youth, The times that held no fears,
There was something wistful, That flitted across her face,
Reflecting on ‘roller-coasters’, In ‘Life’ that had much Grace,
Her eyes then saw and lit up, Like the glow of night lights,
Wading into her ‘WhatsApps’, Her spirits rose new heights,
Messages from far and near, Urged her to celebrate today,
Her tears flowed as she read, Loving wishes, all exclaiming
TANDRA,HAPPY BIRTHDAY !
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