Birthdays are not my favorite days.
I'm not trying to be bleak  But I have a history of being weak   And soft for birthdays and special occasions   Things are changed now as many questions arose  I don't understand what we aim from the celebration   Are we celebrating personal achievement or simply 'us'...  Are we admitting our ability to adjust...  To life and its ups and downs?  Do we send our wishes to the ones...  From whom we aspire having it returned to us...  Or simply those we truly deeply appreciate...  Even whose mutuality we cannot guarantee ?  Are birthdays reminders or act of kindness...  Evoking our insignificance...  Or shedding light on our existence?  Why some of them are guilt free and others joyless...  Are we naive to be accepting attention shamelessly...  Or mature if it moves us cheerlessly?  Birthdays are not my favorite days   But I favor every span from birth to memory  Of my loved ones similarly  So for those in the other end only  I wish a happy birthday to me :)    
