Today is the day she came to existence,
Twenty-four years hence, only on her parents insistance.
The sweetness of her cry, made hearts melt,
Such was the presence, she had made everyone felt.
She was given a name for all to remember,
SMRITI, the remebrence, was in everone's heart forever.
Even today, she is loved by all,
Just a wink of her eye, can make people fall.
Sweet voice with a touch of innocence,
Her talks are embarked with pure elegance.
Bright eyes, those clasping eyelids,
Smooth fall of hair, all adds to her glitz.
Smart looks with those trousers do impress,
But its the Traditional Chudidaar that makes her look an empress.
Party has always been the name of her game,
With the "ROCK STAR" she has become, has added another level to her fame.
Meeting people and making new friends,
Spreading happiness, I guess, is what she intends.
Expressing love in public, is what is loved by this butterfly,
To all her fans, I say, do give it a try.
Her jovial image, manages sunflowers to turn to her, than to the sun,
But the focus and dedication for herself could never be over-run.
Behind this bubbly girl is a thick wall,
Where a matured Smriti always stands tall.
Her silent laughs and tearless cries of demise, closely knot,
Lonliness becomes a place of her, engrossed in deep thought.
She becomes unknown even to the known world of her own,
Difficult it becomesfor her, to make her understand, feeling all alone.
Never-the-less there is a long way to go,
Many-a-candles are awaiting, so give it a strong blow.
Today I wish you with all my blessings - "Happy Birthday"
Success, Joy, Happiness, Laughter - this and more will always be on your way.
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