Her pain was my arrival
my tears were her laughter
their desire was my birth
my desire was their love
their face was my beauty
my face was their duty
cherishable was the moment
they kissed my pash , with a
philotimy -e love of honour
their love lead me to
wink-a-peeps , rollin
o'er my cheeks
my wurp makes their day
how i forget the day,
my birthday
-Ashwarya Pratap Singh
