Sunday Poetry by Baisakhi Das

Blessings

I'll hold myself to keep this short For I was never quite the wordy sort May the stagnation of the lockdown distort We pray, as we begin to shower you with our effort

Sunrise bloomed on the 21st day of your birth The day you were gifted to the people of earth Though the journey north leads you to question your worth Let a smile grace your face,laugh with a clear mirth

Identity is all of you, from behaviour to history You are your own unique entity,with no need for pity Allow yourself to at times live selfishly You need not change for others to look upon you pleasantly

Fret not for a future that is yet unclear Let not fears and tears upon your face smear The time your own truth is unveiled draws near Here now, I wish you another blessed year

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