What will I give thee, you are the gift to me
How much to adore thee, you mean the love for me
When each moment spent are the times cherished
To wish you well, which day be chosen by me?
The night’s a façade, the day conceals
And my gladness, the stars too miss
My feelings how can they know
Those greetings on sale and marketed gifts
Who I pray and worship for you?
Where do I seek your well being?
What do I add to bedeck your day
When what I have is you as blessing?
No poem can ever suffice to note
Or a painter’s brush can ever coat
The shine of my eye, the pride in my heart
Words too feeble, and colors delicate
Have loved you to know you
And known to have loved you
If life has some things to crave for
Its to live my life beside you
Never in want will you be, for you are the spring
Of all happiness unbound that human life can bring
Your commitments for people in need will soon be fulfilled
Keep up the fine work, the wary World will surely yield.
– Saswat Pattanayak, Peoples’ Poet