To The Groundhog

A short introduction: "The Groundhog" is one of my good friends. She calls me "Stromboli" (an affectionate twist on "Shibamouli"). She is now celebrating her 64th birthday, and here goes my wish:

Let the trained mind cease for a day;
Let the untrained utterance unfurl its wings
Of purity. When you look into the green ray
Of the setting sun in distant horizon clings
At you, suddenly, without reason, you know what I mean.
You look up, eyes misted, that the day has come;
Like it has always, with each and every year, again fresh 'n clean.
It takes but a moment; look what the world has become.

All of a sudden your words stop making sense,
All of a sudden the memories start pushing dense.
And my dear friend, let it be that way;
For nobody but you need to care - it's YOUR BIRTHDAY!
Days will glide by, years won't stop,
Keep this day ever-glowing, like a dewdrop!