Moon was crescent pale
But eager to smile and hail!
Breeze was all fragrance
To welcome the sun’s trail !
All eyes were set upon
The bracing morning sun
To decamp night’s trance
And bless the early frisson!
Then a flicker of smile
Lit up the last mile
A slit of benediction opened
And blessed us for a while!
At the rising of the sun
In nineteen seventy one
Into our lives entered
Rhythms of moon & sun!
Happy birthday, Jaya
Papa
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