The Twenty-Fifth Hour

Since I was born you looked after me,
How much I have grown only you can see,
As the mother corrects mistakes her children make,
You have spoken to me without being fake.
Twenty-four hours of the day you may be busy,
But the twenty-fifth hour is there for me.
I look back to the time of my inception,
You have helped me without any condition,
Today is my day to thank you O lass,
You are because of whom this blog has what it has.
But just like always, the mother has to better,
And as usual, I need to make my feet wetter,
Wet in the mysticism of poetry, of writing,
And I am far from being a blog king.
And there is a prayer, which I hymn now and then,
That a person like you should get all men.
You are the ideal, you have engendered,
The urge of writing, my posts you have rendered.
I know what I just wrote may seem nonsense,
But deep in my mind somewhere you have filled sense.
And as I pause, an eyelash falls on my hand,
And I wish your dreams against the sands of time stand.

4 thoughts on “The Twenty-Fifth Hour

    1. Now I don’t need a permission, i changed the title πŸ˜€ Haan haan, itne din baad ek comment aaya tera! Guess i shud hav done somethin lyk dis long ago! πŸ˜› Haha πŸ˜›


    1. Haha πŸ˜› Now u don’t need to put a copyright warning πŸ˜‰ Actually the earlier title was like.. more appropriate, but even the new title is good, what say? πŸ™‚ And see below, doing some “wrong” thing finally brought a new guest. πŸ˜› Protective he!! πŸ˜›


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