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On my 82 nd Star birthday

The penance of an young mother 

From whose hands, the Fate, like a predator,

Scooped up her first son, 

Was fulfilled 

When another son was born.

He is eighty plus two today

Vrichikam, Hastham, his Star day.

He was happy then, 

As he made his parents happy, 

He is happy today 

As he makes his own kappy! 

He’s neither a Muni nor a Sani

From God’s garden, he says, he receives honey !

God alone knows whether he paid any money!

He is not crazy, not fussy

Ever  breezy, as he takes life easy. 

Happy birthday, SP

You’re really lucky!

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