It’s my Birthday in… a couple of days to come
And like every year it would be a day both joyous and glum
Why am I supposed to feel happy on this day every year
Smile all day and be sure no one would bring a tear
It’s just another day, why all this fuss
Why being born is so special, this “Me” thing seems so superfluous
The spotlight to be beaming brightly on my D-day
A delightful day with splendor, a Cinderella moment that’s not to stay
Friends, family and folks who barely meet or call
Will write nice messages on my social media wall
To feel this special with so many, around who care
Its goanna be one lovely day, but a mere yearly social affair
There would be wishes flooding in from one place I know.
My LinkedIn pals who don’t know me [Haha..] but for my birth date that’ll show,
Clogging my inbox with their wishes as in thousands they grow.
I’ll be sent preset messages with a little tapping on their keypad
Writing HBD, emojis and lots of other timesaver texts in fad
Ha! I’ll again feel like a popular someone for the fame I’ve never had.
And those who know me somewhat will be almost obligated to take the call
Write or say a little something or anything that can enthral
And there be some who write birthday messages- their daily morning regime
Pretending they’re the smartest who remember, a winner at the social scheme
And then there’d be those who’d like to be seen as the thoughtful ones
Not a word for me all life, but now blessings and wishes in tons
Okay time to be honest, I actually do the same
Ever since on FB, play the ‘Happy Birthday” game
To friend someone and not send across a wish
Oh! I can take a quick moment and get done being nice in a swish
And then forget about the person for another year to go
But wishing on a birthday you’d better, for you’ll reap what you sough
But on a quieter note, there’s something I always wanted life to make way
For someone to make me feel like a Birthday Girl, every single day!