Well, I am thirty-one now,
More nine years to go,
Then I will be forty,
But still i will be naughty.
Face filled with tiny wrinkles,
Yet lovable and full of charm, as always.

I'll wear my years like cherished clothes,
With stories that my heart still knows.
Each line a mark of laughter and tears,
A testament to the passing years.

Though forty brings a new design,
A map of joy and life’s sunshine,
I’ll greet it with a heart so warm,
Accepting every shape and form.

© Shilpa Priya Dash