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**Happy birthday, my dear eternity encompassed in your five foot four! Not an existence, not a life, not a being But a soul.** Life without you would be like- pizza without cheese cold coffee without a brain-freeze the first fire without a stone KBC without Big B's baritone Itching summer without a breeze Phlegm without a sneeze Sherlock without BBC Bengal without Tagore (Awful similes I have, in galore) A lock without a key KFC without the grease You without a me. Although biologically, you programmed me to be. I shall now stop with these lame references, please. Don't worry though, there's plenty else ******* for you to read- Do you know the little universes of bliss that live within- the little toe that peeks snuggly out of the blanket? the warmth of cocoa down your throat when your skin's turned ice? the whitened sunshine after a marathon of screaming rain, the ripping off of a day old stale band-aid? the jubilance in a wrapped unopened gift, the hollow promises made in new lovers' trysts? The crisp first page of an old forgotten book, The cold side of the pillow on a sleepless night, The first kiss, the first car, heck even the first child? I muse on these little and big joys life promises to bring in its due And when I'm done musing, this conclusion with certainty, I've construed- No comfort in my life, I rue, will ever compare to the beautiful soapy smell of you. My mother, it's much beyond just genetic ******* how much I love you. I wrote silly rhymes, I gushed about the comforts that'll never compare. But with a mother like you, nothing I'll ever say will dare Touch the very skin, the very essence of what an incredible work of genes you are I'm not just lucky, I'm like a ****** unicorn to have you in my life so far And even though it's your day to be celebrated today, The greatest gift is still mine, I'm sorry to say. Because no gift you've ever been given in this life, I promise you, Will ever compare to the gift of having a mother like you.
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Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
roshnai
Happy birthday Ma
**Happy birthday, my dear eternity encompassed in your five foot four! Not an existence, not a life, not a being But a soul.** Life without you would be like- pizza without cheese cold coffee without a brain-freeze the first fire without a stone KBC without Big B's baritone Itching summer without a breeze Phlegm without a sneeze Sherlock without BBC Bengal without Tagore (Awful similes I have, in galore) A lock without a key KFC without the grease You without a me. Although biologically, you programmed me to be. I shall now stop with these lame references, please. Don't worry though, there's plenty else ******* for you to read- Do you know the little universes of bliss that live within- the little toe that peeks snuggly out of the blanket? the warmth of cocoa down your throat when your skin's turned ice? the whitened sunshine after a marathon of screaming rain, the ripping off of a day old stale band-aid? the jubilance in a wrapped unopened gift, the hollow promises made in new lovers' trysts? The crisp first page of an old forgotten book, The cold side of the pillow on a sleepless night, The first kiss, the first car, heck even the first child? I muse on these little and big joys life promises to bring in its due And when I'm done musing, this conclusion with certainty, I've construed- No comfort in my life, I rue, will ever compare to the beautiful soapy smell of you. My mother, it's much beyond just genetic ******* how much I love you. I wrote silly rhymes, I gushed about the comforts that'll never compare. But with a mother like you, nothing I'll ever say will dare Touch the very skin, the very essence of what an incredible work of genes you are I'm not just lucky, I'm like a ****** unicorn to have you in my life so far And even though it's your day to be celebrated today, The greatest gift is still mine, I'm sorry to say. Because no gift you've ever been given in this life, I promise you, Will ever compare to the gift of having a mother like you.
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