Oh my son, you came as bolt from the blue
Even your mother didn’t have clue!
Grand clouds showered earth
As bursted hive spilt honey on your day of birth!
I saw harbinger in your beaming smile
That kept my worries away from mile!
My lap was the cradle where you nap
That bridged my life sans any gap!
The aroma of your breath by which my wounds heal
In joy and glee, my soul would dwell
Sparkling eyes and silky skin all I feel
Let this scintillating occasion be with me forever
The day you born first of November
Even after my death I should remember
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