A Birthday

A Birthday

By Rajul Tiwari

Today, you were born,
my little green sapling...
On my window you sit, forlorn,
and give me company to sing...

The breeze brushes through,
reaches me, as a loving gust...
How can I thank you,
for you it is soil and not dust...

Your tiny life, has to stand tall,
I hear the rustling, it seems you have grown...
Accept a wish from us all,
as to you, the moors are shown...

I give your selfless energy back,
so that you are able to make orchards...
Here, I bind your roots in a sack,
you will be with "yours", here onwards...

I carefully travel with you,
letting go has saddened the mood...
I will come to see a stronger you,
may I never see you as piece of wood...

People dig soil to hide or cremate,
I too do it softly, today...
But this time you, to originate,
here, you grow... here, you grow... Happy Birthday!