Written On My Birthday
Thou gentle May that barest me one day,
Thou month of loveliness and darling flowers,
Didst fill my heart with gaiety when I lay
Upon the cradle in my home for hours.
There in the yard I saw my mother speak
Of faery lands and Queens and of the Kings,
While yonder verdant heaths and Birches meek,
With breezes sway’d that to my ear still rings.
Think of the days when lovers make the best
Of their fond wanderings by sunny vales,
And flowers and fragrance of the arbour-breast,
Please e’en the belle that for her husband wails.
With such a natal day thou mad’st me blest,
When woes bygone and hung are nuptial nests.
20th May, 2017
My 20th Birthday :)
Copyright © Sarban Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2017
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