These winds on that late evening sunset,
Bringing wisps of the broken past.
Atop the concrete terrace did I sit,
Watching the heaviness ebbing away.
Far away did they go,
With these winds that rushed past me.
To the abode of entombed dreams,
Where the land never meets the horizon.

Dear Dad,

It's your special day,
Be whatever you like to be.
Celebrate this moment,
Which comes once in a year.

Let this day be sweet,
Full of happiness, enjoyment and joy.
Let this day be special to all of us.

Happy returns of the day!