I wish I am gifted my true self for my birthday.
From my childhood till now, I'd led a sane life,
Or so the people around me think, when I smile,
But what boils inside, I wish I could define,
Or atleast I want someone, to read it sometime.
I don't need any expensive stuff, I need a hug,
Possibly a warm embrace, which picks me up,
A handmade care, might do it's job perfectly,
I really don't wish for dresses, or jewelleries.
Quality time with parents, and letting them know me,
I want to hangout with a person, who understands me,
It won't be sweet, if I get pizzas and coke,
Rather, if the person sits and listens, would be more..
This birthday I wish for happiness, in plenty,
If my dreams aren't fulfilled, someone else's should be,
Maybe if I could feed an orphan, or pet a beast,
I'd be more than happy, to be someone's relief.
What else do I hope? Maybe a notebook and ink?
A blank canvas to draw something, when gloomy,
If possible, I wish for the passed away to bless me,
If they could reincarnate and visit, this birthday eve.