The day I was born was a mark
To show the world I’m here
Flower filled willows did embark
Their shiniest presence there.
To grow up and grow tall
In sweet symphony each year
With growing strong and taking a fall
Stamped pages do appear.
Falling in and out of love at times
Was a sign of quality being
Unintended for emotional crimes
Shadowed the mighty foreseeing.
Travel and wanderlust brings a smile
The need to explore is huge
Imprinting the heart in a friendly style
From Malgudi Days to Uncle Scrooge.
A warrior is in the making
Amongst the gushing force of water
Success is out for the taking
Aiming at the claps clatter.
Having a family of my own
Is what everyone looks upon
But the timelines are unknown
Smudged days going on.
The life I have is my canvas
I use every nook and corner
With strange bright colours of madness
I’m tattooed in every quarter.