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Haps sung with strings and harps

Sometimes said with strings attached

Especially those of iconic mishaps

Wishes recited with rhymes detached

All in the name of what will people say

We woefully help make their day


Birthday rhythm of the morning

Sincere condolences for the night

As if to help in mourning

And to stick till you feel alright

Marital support with gifts on site

Naming ceremonies graced all in white

Forging unity with heart and might

But no one to say goodnight


Many troubles behind the sweet smiles

Some that go with us for many miles

Pains that can't be seen in eyes

Needs beyond individual ties

Sometimes it's lack of mere love

And the sense of humor we don't have


Our backs turned in pursuit of nothingness

Hoping to survive by curtailing kindness

A table is set with no dish

And meal served without fish

Then why proclaim the brotherhood fetish?


If only we would take a second look

Purport at will to read each other's look

Maybe we shall not just type the good wishes

Perhaps our words would warm hearts

Then the true intention of anniversary 

Would shift from budgets against salary.

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