Happy Birthday To You!

You told me once, I still remember it

In that happy epoch, now so distant

That your birthday fell on a particular day

The fourth of December, if I am not wrong!

Think about it - I was born on a fourth day too.

That should have made us two of a kind

If only he had other plans for us, you see

I would belong to you and you to me...

Alas, this was not to be, but what can one do?

Instead, let me wish you a Happy Birthday

One full of the things you love the most

Now, let me try guessing some of them

Those sweetly melodious English songs 

I still remember their very words and verses

I used to think, they carried a secret message

Perhaps some expression of what you felt for me.

Oh, the fool I am! Why should I dream of this?

Why yearn for something which is not mine?

Just this idiotic, fickle heart of mine, you see!

It just cannot seem to remember to forget you

Or your silence, impenetrable, unbreakable

Sealed with that most beautiful of smiles

Or those eyes, not too large, not too small

That could speak volumes but still reveal nothing

I wonder if you will ever read this poem

It will be lost in a storm of birthday wishes

Letters more loving, tender and passionate

Cards more beautiful to behold than mere paper

Words chosen more wisely than my poor grammar

Warm embraces taking the place of my own desires

But if it does find you, this poor tribute of mine

I do hope, at least, that it makes you smile.