On a warm summer solstice,
Like a cool winter breeze,
Shouting her heart out,
Dancing at her own tune
With mesmerizing Big black eyes!
Pinky, all pink, checked into the world.
"The responsible one " they referred to her.
Thaa, Thaa, Thai, as a Dancer, she bloomed.
Fiercely, to become Jackie Chan she trained.
Gliding over every Hurdle!
cooking new forms of Noodle.
"SHIVA" she now Doodles,
Human she was, in the world of Poodles.
Like water, every stones she erodes,
In our life she walks, runs & Jumps,
Holding, Consoling,Mothering,
Loving, Feeding and at times Kocifying,
A sister she Became, Brightening up
Every heart she visits.
Forever we are, in debt to the warm summer solstice!
Happy birthday Harsha!!
