long live ,my priyaa!

&

not because to-day is your birthday-

i ever remember you endearingly in heart

and keep you close to my beautiful thoughts-

it is you who are my lighthouse

standing gracefully searching me

amidst turbulent waves of misery--

for no reason my eyes gather tear-pearls

just on seeing you lighting my horizon-

to me you are the glory of the dawn

flushing the skies in rosy hues-

the droplets of dew perilously meditating

at the edge of a fragrant petal-

you are my sunset glories

plating the clouds with sheets of gold-

you are not my wealth 

as i have no affinity for the faithless money-

i ever see your loving face

on the veena and the violins you tended in youth-

i will write hundred thousand poems on you

yes,because you are my loving soul-

a father alone can feel a daughter's pulse

and i am no exception to the universal truth.

i still have with me the broken fragments of your clay models-

to me the golden peacock throne does not merit that much-

a flood of memories lash at my banks

they are all sweet melodies to me on this day-

o my child,i cannot see you as a mother of a child

you are in my arms still as an infant

and my eyes refuse to see the outer growth

but ever implants my dear kid 's face they cannot erase !

long live my child, my baby ,my kid-

a blessing rooted deep in my heart

sends its blessing branches to your abode!

 

-----chandra kalaadhar

  

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