A Birthday Song

After saying goodbye to the monsoon rains
when sun tries its best to spread its rays
while the left over clouds make the efforts in vain
that is when my mamma calls out her September born bairn

Putting off her commands from my veins
i keep webbing around with dreams
of balloons, cakes, music and dance
yeah, that would give it a perfect start

mind keep wondering about the eve
anxious hands clutching the goodies which i receive
mom and dad and the ones i love
give their wishes and closely hugs

kudos to those who wakes at ungodly hours
to send a note of love along with flowers
virtual friends too try their best
and make me reply before i rest

day full of rush and nothing left unbend
that is how my birthday every year ends