she who just started living
yet a bulk of memories and regret trails
she who barely learned to breathe
yet now breathless from adulthood’s grills
she who just managed to wriggle her fingers
yet now losing everything through her grip
she who sighs at her trickling past
or maybe from the future’s anxious trip
but may she remember
while time may rust iron
time will also make diamond
after all how would you know high
if you’ve never experienced low?
she can only flourish from here,
and she definitely will, as we know.
she, so genuine, loyal, and beautiful
may she be always happy and at peace
happy 25, where your story truly starts
may your joy and wisdom never cease
