Birthday

Time is too old Space, the great emptiness, nothingness- too old all are Amorphous, Shapeshifting, decaying to vanishing This world, the solar system, the universe, galaxies- one to another All are too old This I, an existence from two biological consuming body To this oldness, this subsistence comes to enjoy all The moment of the rising sun greets with a pink face rosy lips of the eastern sky say- Happy Birthday the white page of the earthly book writes -a song of coming life with an elegant verse; solemn and depth feelings; the surrounding of the home dances rapturous, delightful everywhere with the sweetened tongue to say together- Happy Birthday all, all in the new style though in old from the form of time 10.08.2020 Chattogram