the very cake lake

it is o's birthday

the candles of island blow

at the lake i could see

that all sat like candles around the cake

middle of that lake

at a rocky island

small as chair

a man sat there 

as the cherry

tige was with me till here 

we visited the man

all we could hear was sound

of breathing from the edge of the lake

those were cake's candle were breathing

but cherry didn't 

still alive

because he was breathing slow

 with the flow

thats why we couldn't hear it

and thats was my birthday treat

-aatharva banaitkar

Author's Note

could you find the secret hidden in the poem
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