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On this day thou wert born forty and nine years ago,
Scores and scores of trials passed thy way,
And we watched them together passing like storms.
I let my inward eye perceive thy birth from thy ‘mother’s womb’:
Thou fed on by the umbilical cord of her, but she had no love for the foetus,
She nourished her body, but had no mind to nourish thee within.

The day of thy entry dawned, but she thought it was sunset to her life,
She thought she had walked through woods ’mongst bushes.
She had ne’er taken thee unto fresh streams,
Yet a mystical guidance handled thee with care.

Thy ‘mother’s womb’ too reluctantly carried thy brother foetus,
And he too was made to see the bleak world.

Thou wert brought unto a lovely soul which nurtured thee,
And watched thee grow in her arms till ‘that’ day broke out.
A black cloud shrouded thee, and there was no sun in thy life.

It was the day that showers from Above had drenched thee,
Thou wert cherished by the warmth of the sun,
And the moon sang lullaby each night for thee,
And the stars delighted thee with their chorus notes.

We travelled thro’ life, a blend of tempests and breezes,
And the game of life taught us its rules and philosophies,
And we were blessed with a Heavenly reward,
And it is the little angel who taught us the meaning of life. 

It is the Hand mystical with the unquestionable mystery living with us,
And till this day He hath not left us alone,
And it’s the day of Thanks presented unto HIM.

Rejoice! Let’s rejoice with HIM! 
For we’re in HIS Arms hidden deep in HIS Love.

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