Happy Birthday

For You, Didi.

On your birthday a book you wanted

And for three years I daunted.

I'm much less of a writer

Than you are a fighter

And even lesser a poet

Yet today a poem is all you get.

Buying you a gift is reduced to a joke

As I'm unimaginably broke

Also, it is no easy task

As you never wear a mask

For you a gift is only fun

When it's a United Colors of Benetton 

For Three out of Twenty-Five

You had the most amazing drive

With a beautiful couple

Your life was perfectly supple

With close ones galore

A Russian baby they used to adore

Then Ninety brought a puzzle

And your baby fat gradually fell

You felt like the big one at three

Having the ultimate liberty

Of bossing over someone

Your ultimate childhood fun

For twenty-two years

There were few tears

But a lot of laughter

That would last many years after

Many a roads walked

Endless nights we have talked

From school to college

You always had an edge

Then, in white and blue a prefect
And now, in Biba you are decked
When they skip a beat
Because of all your heat
Don't blame hearts for playing darts
In the end, only choose lemon tarts.

Your talents, they feature
From financier to teacher
Be it lessons or Papercup
You manage to fill it up
Just the same way
I wish you many a happy day
To fill your walk of life
To play the perfect daughter, sister, wife.

For a day like today, a day which is a boon
Any fool would return from Doon
To wish you a 'Happy Birthday'
If my words may.