Happy Birthday!

Your looks turns odd,
but the thoughts
getting wiser.

You may opt diet now,
But readying to
heavy responsible.

Years and years
may wait ahead
how to make you.
But show them
what you made of.
P.S: Getting old is not becoming someone. :P
This poem is dedicated to my crush Jeet, he likes himself more when I call him by that. :P


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