White 22 years ago, There must have been flowers, Blooming love and happiness. A rain washing the town, August's gentle embrace. There must have been tears, Running down the happy faces. A chit-chat about newborn, And their previous guesses. There must have been celebration For the child, most awaited. There must have been favouritism For the only sister gifted. She must have lived a fairytale, The one to be told. The day when I was born, Like this, I hold. ©Anagha Ukaskar #goodnightimages #BirthDay #Nojoto