The Morning She Turned 22 Poem by Jananie Balaji

There lay unnoticed, a walnut,
To the world, twas hard, bland and closed
Yet, deep inside lay a fruit, a li'l one
A soul full of cheer rules unenforced!

Like a naughty child who's got her hands upon
her mom's paints and canvas plain,
She coloured the hearts of those she loved
Over spring, she preferred to dance in the rain!

She often drove her roommates crazy
With her very annoying morning alarms,
Yet, reconciliation didn't need much effort
For she knew exactly when to switch on her charms!

Indeed, there's stubbornness,
not a tinge, but an overflowing pail!
Yet, her love never failed to blind her pals,
For neither her words nor promises'd fail!

So, however strange your ways might be
Today, enjoy while you're too ‘single' to be true!
Cuz, it's not every day, my dear friend
We get to sing, ‘Yo Gabba, happy 22! '