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Cheers!

So, the boys turned a year older,
have they turned a tad wiser?
Of the older one, I can't say
but the younger is definitely naughtier

Birthdays are fun, for young or old
it is all about you and you,
the norm, tad dulled for the dad
by the arrival of the lad

Why's that, you ask?
With the special days falling
back to back,
any wonder then, the glory is
a little skewed to bask?

A party for the little fella
was all fun and gala
The older chap was but
not forgotten
and a special lunch for him
did happen

Wishing the two
fabulous years ahead
replete with fun, health
and wealth
May God keep me too blessed 
to be with the love of my life-
oh, make it two!

P.S. It was the husband's birthday on the 25th and R's birthday on the 26th.

Comments

  1. This was so damn cute Uma... and very nicely written!

    I am sure your husband must be grinning widely after reading this :)

    Please convey my belated wishes to both of them!

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    1. thank you, Me! yes, the hubby was quite amused to read this..Wishes conveyed :-)

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  2. Oh I loved this one Uma...its just so perfect :)

    Glad you guys had a wonderful time..big hugs to both the birthday boys :)

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  3. Belated birthday wishes to R and your hubby.
    Nicely crafted verse

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    1. Thank you, Kp sir for the wishes!

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  4. Such a sweet poem!! Love it.
    Looks like I disturbed you on R's bday yesterday. Hope he had a good time.

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    1. hey, not at all..yes, R did have a gr8 time..thanks, Aparna! :-)

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  5. many many happy returns of the Day to the little one and DADDY toooo...

    Happy birthday to the Both of the Guys in the house :)


    Bikram's

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  6. The two boys enjoyed a lot it seems :) Belated birthday wishes to the Duo and a lovely poem :)

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    1. Oh, they had a good time, esp the little one..thanks, Jas :-))

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  7. Oh lovely poem!So you have 2 days of celebration going on at home, that's fun. Happy birthday to lil R and R's Dad!! R turns 3 or 4??

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    1. R turned 3, Vibha. Thanks for the wishes :-)

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  8. Oh I'm so bad at remembering dates, missed this :(. Belated birthday wishes to R, and to your hubby too. Hope you all had a blast :).

    Lovely to see your poetry flowing again too :).

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    1. Hey, that's not an issue at all..thanks a lot for the good wishes, Aparna. We did have a good time :-)

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  9. That was beautiful, Uma. Belated birthday wishes to both the guys in your life. May you be basked in their love. :)

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    1. thanks for the wishes, Latha! :-)

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  10. Happy Birthday to both of them! and a lovely poem, as usual. :)

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  11. Awww...thats such a lovely poem..Belated wishes to both of them!

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    1. thanks a ton, Shuchi..long time, how have you been?

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  12. Belated Happy B'day to both the men!! :D Lovely poem.. :-)

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  13. A beautiful poem, very well written!
    My belated wishes to both !!

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  15. Belated birthday wishes! Nice writing, Uma:)

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    1. guess, I've been missing your comments a little too often :-(

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