Down the lane of history,
A time when our parents lived
Started a chain of happenings
Which marked the title
Of a fairy tale
As the days went by
And the moments changed to months
The day came close
They were waiting for so long
And you were born o dear
Just like a twinkling star
The cries and moans of yours
Rang out near and far
This day we cherish
Year after year
And I take this chance always
To wish you dear
Many happy returns of the day
A poem dedicated for all the birthdays of all I know and don't
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