O’ brother,
I wish to tell you,
You add vivid hues,
One after the other.
When you were born,
You added the hue of motherhood to mama,
And the hue of pride to dada,
Which all their lives they have worn.
When you were five,
The hue of brotherhood came to you,
Baby brother always surrounded you,
Holding your fingers he stride.
When you were seven,
You got a little sister toy,
Who always cried vuoy vuoy,
And you desperately looked for haven.
As you grew you kept adding,
Touching up, garnishing rather,
Hue after hue to others,
Without discerning.
There is interplay,
In the many hues you spread,
While weaving friendship’s strongest thread,
Your care and concern were displayed.
If I try to unfold the hues,
Till now in the journey you have conquered,
Believe me, I will go bonkers,
And you know it is true.
Your recipe box, different tints and shades,
Diverse ways and special are the days,
With you, we relive them happy and gay,
Reliving on your birthday, the day when you were made.
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