Happy Birthday 🎂 Harshad Sir

A year ago or few months more,
A naive bard was back in town.
He watched in hush each prudent door,
And poets bestowed with golden crowns.

A rever'd man as a God sent mentor,
Guided me with all his might.
He shaped me smooth as an ace carpenter,
And shewed me the beauty of the night.

Each new morning and each new day,
His ennobling words had proffer'd hope.
His kind fillip did transform clay,
Into an idol in a reverend tope.

Till this day that bard did grow,
And won a hundred hearts around.
He triumph'd in e'ery honoured show,
With his verses; they say profound.

'Tis all for him and for his words,
And also the kindness he bestowed.
I thrived and triumph'd with quills and swords,
And miles on brooks I bravely rowed.

'Tis a day he was born on earth,
Some good years behind the miles.
And I do take a moment of mirth,
In wishing him a life of smiles.

A happiest birthday wish him I,
May all happiness kiss his feet.
May he triumph the seventh sky,
And fete a life; too wise and sweet.
© Dipanjan