Happy Birthday, Gudiya.

The date seemed to turn pink,
When the calendar sought to remind;
I tried finding you in the blink,
Only to meet the blind of your daily grind.
Soon, my mind veered away,
And I set out to think,
About what I would say,
If chance were to form the link.
Then, I could only afford a snigger,
Faced with a thought puerile;
What conceit could possibly trigger,
A wish to make you smile?
If only the sun were to find his way,
Guided by the chirping birds,
Could I ever hope to make your day,
With my mélange of words.
Yet, the tweet is - perhaps selfish
- An ode, not an incantation of light;
Reasoning thus, I write to wish -
If only because I wish to write
- That your smile may serve to banish,
Any threats to its might.