By Frank Huzur
Happy birthday, FMS.
The magic, the glow and the method of creative thinking actor lasts for eternity.
Your birthday brighten the world as if the second Sun has risen. There is a star dance and under that you are born..Whatever with the past has gone, the best is always yet to come!!!
The world is your oyster. Stay smilingly blessed like a goddess!!!
You deserve a very special accolade for your another beautiful birthday.
Your versatility is fabulous and natural. In addition to your classical performances in performing arts genre, theatre and television, you have proven your mettle in visualisation of powerful literary themes.
As a consequence of your substantial thinking, Socialist Factor English and Hindi owes every single cover concept.
However, the noble lady has learned to be less judgmental and focus on being a better person.
Of course, you are a magnificent mother to Marcos. You are forgiving. And you have really worked hard to get better as a thought leader in socialist philosophy, social justice and diversity agenda.
Happy birthday, sweet darling Fermina Mukta Singh
Happy Birthday, 3rd January to sparkler of my life
Here is my fresh poetic tribute in blank verse to her Big Day…
Inamorato, Fermina Mukta Singh
Love of my life
One and only, First and Last
Cupidity of you flare in me
I sit alone, moon and meditate
Drawing you with my nail in the brick
My fingers moved like a kite in the soaring sky
To draw you in crescent and star
As your smile blossoms to light up my mind
And dazzle the dark world like a shining star.
Pure and placid expression of soul
You dwell in love and peace
As my desire for your heart
Kindle in me love for your idolatry
Whispering in a thick, soft voice
I said ‘Your love is not fire’
Your love is ash of my choice
Angel brown dust which stays
After the faint roar of the flame is on wire
Gimcrack of stolen and sweetest kisses
My eyes gleamed with triumph
At the sight of nonpareil riches
In your secret garden of jazz spangle
My love for your is like a fuming sea
So mad as a hornet
In its raging wind and blinding snow storm
All the sorrows will hit hard rocks
Through rain, wind and storm
We will withstand every pain