It’s the day of myriad sprouting leaves,

Spreading  joy and freshness on earth.

It’s the day of obscure vegetation,

Knitting  purple green dreams in dense woods.

It’s the day of unclouded radiance,

Reaching out to  the dark corners of world,

The impenetrable depth of souls despondent.

It’s the day of beauty,

Pledged to retain  innocence.

It’s the day of heart

Brimming with love

It’s the day of

Spontaneous laughter

Rippling verses

Ardent love

its her birthday.