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!