A celebratory birth day
- Celebrity, lord -
Could be a bridger of today's guantanamo bay
Morning, daily chores of meeting - the lord, bard, poet with his melody
In a juke box of continuity
Rising up and up all around
He had to rise, as everything is locked out
The present, past and future all bombarded him
Their love, gratitude, praise, symbolism
I kept on failing and failing
The bridge notes kept on going and coming
Sometimes it went out in the middle of MS Team
Frequently amidst in my Zoom sessions, watsapp work and capricious day dream
I hoped in the evening the bard and bridge will come
To find me and get a melody or bridge note which will be awesome
Well, the dusk passed
Digital gifts for the doyen rushed
Then came the evening
I strapped out of my work string
Got hold of the piano for the bridge and the bard
I failed and made the task to capture the poet very hard
He slipped by and told me that now its time for him
To go to MS Team
As I wandered, where is my bard and poet on his bird-day
I could finally feel him in my failed attempts to bridge the guantanamo bay
- Celebrity, lord -
Could be a bridger of today's guantanamo bay
Morning, daily chores of meeting - the lord, bard, poet with his melody
In a juke box of continuity
Rising up and up all around
He had to rise, as everything is locked out
The present, past and future all bombarded him
Their love, gratitude, praise, symbolism
I kept on failing and failing
The bridge notes kept on going and coming
Sometimes it went out in the middle of MS Team
Frequently amidst in my Zoom sessions, watsapp work and capricious day dream
I hoped in the evening the bard and bridge will come
To find me and get a melody or bridge note which will be awesome
Well, the dusk passed
Digital gifts for the doyen rushed
Then came the evening
I strapped out of my work string
Got hold of the piano for the bridge and the bard
I failed and made the task to capture the poet very hard
He slipped by and told me that now its time for him
To go to MS Team
As I wandered, where is my bard and poet on his bird-day
I could finally feel him in my failed attempts to bridge the guantanamo bay
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