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I feel sorry for missing it
But work has come my way
I know you will never forgive me
For not being there on your birthday
The distance already is too much
I know how much it means to you
Such an important day for you
And here I sit alone, feeling blue
In six hours it is the big day
You shall wake up without me around
I'm feeling pathetic inside
Feel like burying myself in the ground
The work on my desk is piling high
In stress and pressures I am lost
Its your love that is keeping me going
But all this at what cost?
Screw it, I am coming to you
Even if it means driving all night
Weakness has now spread all over
But seeing your face I'll be alright
I might be blamed at work
But I am willing to take that chance
As I'm driving alone on the street
My heart sings a song of romance
You are the only one who matters
Everything else shall come and go
Love is what binds us together
Nurturing us and helping us grow
I shall make it on time
To wake you up with a kiss
I want to see you smile bright
That is something I'd never want to miss
Here I am racing against time
Zipping along the dark highway
Today I make this promise to you
I'm never gonna miss your birthday
Written for Magpie Tales: Mag 246.
aww... birthdays can be so important. So illogically important. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is beautiful :-).
Thanks Raajii! :)
DeleteIn a word, delightful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Berowne.
DeleteVery pleasant take on birthday ..! A delightful poem.
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine being away from the Boy on my birthday. Feelings expressed beautifully!
ReplyDeleteThank you darling! I cannot too!
DeleteSuch a beautifulllll birthday poem! :')
ReplyDeleteThanks love! :)
DeleteI think that's going to be the best birthday gift! Loved it, Soumya :)
ReplyDeleteThank you love! :)
DeleteWhat a wonderful surprise it would be on the birthday :D:D:D:D:D
ReplyDeleteI know! :D
DeleteThat's a wonderfully put title and an apt post. It would the best ever gift :)
ReplyDeleteThanks you Kay! :)
DeleteSomeone is very lucky...
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