To the walker of dogs and hawker of art, the baker of cakes and maker of candles, the spreader of cheer, the forger of happiness, to the odd job woman, the dragon of glee, the caterpillar of hope: I wish you a harvest of stars a spring of flowers. Happy Birthday Suniti.
The message is supreme;
Born in the heart,
and lilting itself
from tongue to tongue,
throwing its scent
over wind and wave;
travelling on dots
or fingers
when blindness
or silence bar its way.
It hews itself into stone
or burns itself onto magnetic discs;
it is the message that lives
and I exist
solely to pass it on.