dear husband anoop.m.r; on your birthday.


To my poet baby

You are a baby
who is born
for me.

You are a child
who is crying
for me.

You are the youth
searching
for me.

You are that man
who gave me
blood and water to live.

Then I realize that
I am a poem
that is written
only for you.



Poetry by smitha anoop
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Written on 2008-04-11 at 11:35

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Yeshi Paljor
happy birthday from me too!
2008-07-20



Happy, happy birthday!!!
2008-04-11