The slideshows keep on flashing in my eyes..
This sinless, innocent girl has grown to be wise..
From riding on a swing in the lap of my mother..
and sobbing secretly after fight with the brother..
The father's  little Serin has built up her wings..
Set up to face the autumns and the springs..

The big and magnificent aura in which I elevate every year..
I welcome my day with both fear and cheer..
The set of balloons, banners and streamers arranged..
The chocolate cake on the table and the gifts exchanged..
The memories alive have kept me alive..
The happiness which I gather; I instantly archive..

On this day, I pray to god at the rate of my blinks..
Though, he answers me sometimes with his misty blinks..
But, the canvas is vast and the palette is laden..
Each day, I rise and mature to be maiden..
Yes, I am the sailor.. The sea is mine..
I am the sun and my job is to shine..

                                     - Stuti Tripathi