The Birthday Offering

The immortal masterpiece Designed in absolute bliss. ''The stream of love Murmur into soft music.'' When at the end of the day The weight of the coffins fell where I lay Thy mercy brought me to thy door- My fevered forehead was caressed By thy affectionate touch. And my arid heart Calmed by thy honeyed words. Those memories are wafted today On thy birthday. Empty is my hand To repay you enormously today I have only these verses and good wishes To sing in delightful tunes and sweet kisses. This is my humble offering I have no other precious thing I bow down to you Mother Again and again at your feet.