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Poetry

Happy Birthday

Khushboo Mattoo

Of you in birthday caps
And people clapping in photographs
Tell me you don't miss those days
When cakes were simpler and people too.
Tell me you don't miss those days.
When you simply blew the candles
and balloons hung in awe from the ceiling fans.
When landlines rang in excitement
And four people rushed to pick it up at once.
When Fanta and Uncle Chips added to the music
From Sony tape recorder and uninterrupted DD.
Tell me you don't miss those days
When Kodak moments were sealed in eternity
When love was simpler and easier.

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