A glory was born unto the world <br />Some two decades back: <br />Caressed by the mother's smiles <br />Dipped in the father's heartfelt joys <br />A rose-bud in the garden <br />Singular among many…. <br /> <br />Today as I sit by you <br />Your silence cannot contain <br />The aura of your being, <br />The beauty of your nature, <br />The fragrance is spilling <br />And leaving the world sweeter… <br /> <br />But, ah, the world is too full of sorrow <br />Another's tragedy shakes my roots <br />And mirth is stifled within me. <br />So smile while you can <br />Make manifest your real being - <br />Grasp it before it is fled <br /> <br />For there is so much to be done <br />Before a tear is shed… <br /> <br />Author of this poem is Rameshwer Singh. <br /> <br />Rameshwer gave this poem to me on 5 March 1987 as a birthday gift for my 21st birthday on 4 March 1987. This poem has always been one of my most cherished possessions and I am sharing it today,29 October 2014, with the whole world to ensure that it remains that way even after the curtains come down and I am gone...<br /><br />Jasbir Chatterjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-birthday-gift-2/
