Tomorrow Is My Birthday
Tomorrow is my birthday,
And you can observe on the face
Neither I am feeling happy
Nor I am feeling sad.
Till my childhood, it was the pleasant waiting,
But in the teenage, it was the most saddening,
And the climax of every of those was,
Off course left with ocean of tears.
But what is now happenning
Mine mind, soul and heart isn't responding,
Neither I feel the pleasant excitement,
Nor I feel the saddening incitement.
Is maturity have started playing it's part?
Or, responsibilities have made me abstinent ! What?