Happy birthday

When the grey clouds covered my chagrined hopes

And I couldn't find anybody whom I belonged

When I was alone, figuring out why I was even born

I felt a hand upon my shoulder which made me feel strong.

When there was no light in my already faded life

I feared losing myself completely into the dark.

It was then a figure approached me with a smile

Carrying with itself merriness and an unforgettable spark.

I was almost sunken into my fears when it caught my hand

And slowly it started pulling me to safety.

Blinded, I was, and confused too at its gesture,

Because it appeared happy, after saving me, greatly.

It wiped away those permanent tears which my eyes held

And tried to make me stand on my own.

I had forgotten completely how to walk in this world

But it helped me balance myself and said that now I wasn't alone.

It always supported me and never let anything happen

That could make me depressed or cry.

It always thundered happiness into my desert

And rained over me whenever I felt dry.

It always stood like a support beside me

And allowed me to grip it tight if I ever dwindled.

It started storing bulks of dreams into my rusted closet

And separated joys from my sorrows which were complicatedly mingled.

It fought the world for me while I assembled the pieces of my dreams

And shielded me from every rough gale.

I never realised that I had been protected below a big umbrella

While it bleeded due to the attack of the heavy hail.

It made my life so easy and so perfect

It never allowed me to feel any pain.

It cried my tears if I was upset

But never it permitted my stem to turn arcane.

Today, on January 6, I write about her

It is her birthday.

I was blessed when she was born

As she separated me from all my dismay.

I can never thank her enough

No amount of any thing can equal her.

It always makes my heart moist

When I think how much she has sacrificed for me to prosper.