My Birthday Poem by Bello Hamisu Ida

When I’m baby, cry, weep and sob to suck my milk
Like a grass, rising as toddler, blubber for silk

Silk form bright cocoon, I buffed, shined like a sun
I’m preschooler, budded, erudition, urbane as a son

Am five, my childhood is tricky, sticky, and knotty
The sturdy parent! Still my pre-teenager is nay easy

In my twentieth, get skilled, nuptial, have just kid
Now thirtieth, don’t discern my mortal time is a kind?

Don’t know if I will live, endure in next thousand years
Might be, my flesh, bones, heirs, will lightly trek in yare

This day is superb, admiring, pleasing, amazing, fantastic
I share my pleasure by my parents, tutors, this is basaltic

Friends, relatives, my relatives who are brawny as pebbles
Seem, these striking pebbles never evict or raze as candles