To be rich they say,
is to be an owner of a fancy home,
have a car so cool..
that everyone wants to own.
To be super rich they say,
is to have enough locked away,
that three generations after us,
wouldn't know a hungry day.
To be ultra rich they say,
is to have enough and trade and own,
more than all the people around you,
And be on the top fatted, yet maybe quite alone.
To be extra ordinarily rich is to have someone like you
Loving someone like me,
where no conditions and stipulations impose,
In every moment of life...hand in hand, it's just you & me.
To be blessedly rich is to be under the umbrella of love,
that you opened for me,
where rose petals from the sky,
fall softly on our faces and our huddled bodies.
Happy birthday to you my darling Latha Warrier, my biggest supporter and treasure!
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I am truly honored. Love you the mostest
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