Your friends readied the kids,
In the boys hostel mess.
The day happier than ever,
I felt proud of myself.
Then I took your hand,
And guided you inside.
You were totally unprepared,
But we had trained the kids.
The canteen was filled with us,
The volunteers and the kids.
The onlookers joined the chorus,
In the Happy Birthday words.
Do you remember what the kids sang?
Why won't you, Satyaa, why won't you?
You might remember me, oh dear,
You were my old flame, and I was for you.
I said, "Here you go, dear,
This surprise we prepared,
Just for you, oh, just for you."
And your eyes teemed with tears.
You looked at me in gratitude,
But I was truthful as I told you,
"Your girl friends surprised you,
I just brought the cake, dear."
"Sakshi suggested this surprise,
Your girl friends prepared the kids,
Enjoy your birthday, Satyaa, enjoy it,"
You were speechless, completely in love.
A poem inspired by my novel 7 Seconds: Bhaarat Against Terror.
A novel inspired metaphorically by my own life.
My HP Poem #2014
©Atul Kaushal
