On rising Pooram, on Ninth,
June,
I wish you a happy birthday.
Let my wish fetch you all
fortunes
As did my wish last year,
Which has cast you in many
hues,
And this will cast on you all
the bliss.
Those studs have stood as a
talisman.
Its service to you is Yeoman.
Memories can be forgotten;
But they cannot be rubbed
out.
Our relation too.
With that I depart, with
heavy heart,
After you left me a year ago.
In feeding the child, mother
is warmer.
In wishing you, I am warmer.
09.06.2000, Palakkad
[Pooram is the birth star of
her]
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