Days and night Are falling into a deep ditch
Where they cry or laugh Nobody ever knows!

Only our soul groans
As the body keeps melting under time's heat!

I am 26! I must be in a festive mood
As you expect same from me on this memorable day!

Who thinks about my skin
Sinking and shrinking to a great degree?

Will colourful presents and chocolates
Do work of bandage and ointment?

Is this my special birthday?
No! Only melancholic!

Joys are never sweet
When we suffer from much fever!