On My Birthday Poem by Neela Nath Das

When the grandfather clock
chimed, it was 12 o'clock,
I remembered my twelve birthday,
my father was alive then.
The sweet yard was filled with lots of
fruit trees,
the flower plants
like Hibiscus, Jasmin, Rose- - -all
with their blooming heads
smiled at us at dawn, when the sun
opens his door hiding the dark night
behind.....
Bright was his light! Until
the midnight came we went on
partying, homely but cordial.
My twelfth birth day, I was
speaking about!
Father brought new set of attire,
mom worshiped and prayed for me.
She cooked delicious food,
I ate cake along with my friends!
It was about twelve
O' clock we reached
to the culmination of joy.
Might be childish, but true.
Next year my dad fell ill.
At twelve O' clock, I was crying.
On my birthday,
because my father died.

From then on I await
12 o’ clock of 9th august to smile
and to cry, as it was my date of birth
and time too.
I lost my father
at twelve o’ clock on 9th august! ! !