Happy birthday, Hope!

There are things that I have liked
And things that I have hated!
What I always spoke of,
Was not all that I felt!
For the various things you have tried teaching me
And those that I have managed to learn from you,
I am grateful!

'Holding on', I learnt from your iterative posts on lost love.
'Decision making', I admired as you suppressed the criticality of situations.
A rare combination of humility and self-respect you are,
Making things work in ways they otherwise wouldn't!
When highly talented people are blessed with good hearts,
'Magicians', they turn out to be!
With you in constant progress,
The world is waiting/yet to see!

I have accumulated occasions that remind me of you repeatedly!
All inexplicable intangibles!
Like the times I see a cleaner on road,
Like the enchanting music igniting waves,
Like the moments of reception of a most awaited reply,
Like the great-to-read words that make up articles,
Like the artistic butterflies on air,
Like nature's beauty
And like all that remind me of hope!

'Happy pains', I earned everytime
I made the private person pour out.
'Moving on', is one of the many things I failed to grasp,
For I have a higher degree of fascination for the life the old has lived
Than the life the new can give!
I neither have the heart
Nor the courage
To wish the 22 turning you!
Yet I post here,
For I have named you this!
Happy birthday, Hope!