If not for the sake of Divine's decree,
I'd have chosen bowing.
Then the homage is needed in a maximum degree.
To the great begetter, who makes our lives awing.

In the blossom shade of your tree,
we're draped, though everyone seems tiring.
Your present office won't be your apogee.
And you'll be blessed without fibbing.

To my associate at high glee,
As your liveliness is inspiring.
Happy birthday to our doting Daddy.
More prosperities in accruing.

© THE PUNDIT POET.