Happy Birthday To A New She Poem by Abinesh Anbazhagan

Thud and thud, a clickety-clack,
A day and more, so much to go

The train keeps the rail,
Being so long
It's a never ending tale

Memories haunted,
Leaving me idle, broken, and braced
No more a chance I pay for a trip back home

Sit and study the new box opened
A box named hostel
Novel it turned, so many faces, the so called humans
The inmates

My face starts forgotten, to the humans who saw an hour ago
One new face, but a very old memory
Tried to trace, we had no history

With her eyes through veil
I saw very deep
A human? Yes? But I doubt an angel'
One from the best island somewhere Gods feel happiness

She noticed me when unnoticed
A four letter word, her name in a page
Is it LOVE? I search as
If it needs a new meaning,
I would utter soft and simple, go by gentle
Her, she, a wacky way to my old worn life

Her smile shines earth
Her eyes open day
I love to say
With flowers and bouquet
A happy happy birthday