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Sunday, March 28, 2010

On my birthday...

On my birthday, I was betrayed,
By the womb, my first home
On my birthday, I was cut loose
From the cord of ultimate love

On my birthday, I lost the rhythm
Of a heart beat in sync with mine
On my birthday, I was abandoned
Forever to ask the question why

On my birthday, there was great pain
Of losing a part of oneself
On my birthday, I was forced to cry
To draw my first breath.

1 comment:

anupama said...

Dear Anoop,
Good Evening!
Belated Happy Birthday!
You are grown up,man,
To think and write all these lines!
So,think of the sacred first home,
Which was so safe and comfortable!
Think of the ways what you can do,
To the owner of the first home,
Making her feel happy and proud of you!
You can and you will be!:)
Wishing you a Holy Palm Sunday,


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