By now you have edged on surprises
Every single one of them got yah
A birthday is another way of softening the wrinkles
Baksh is gift in Persian and Oldeen is of Faith in Arabic
Nani had in mind greatness way before you received accolades
They may know you from the tennis rolls and trade unions
But don't we all know you from Master Moe and Hajji Host!
Each Ramadan since 05 that we gallivant in Toronto was an education
With every ounce of passion you inched your way into Hajj
From the mosques to Hafiz boys in Berbice and the Syrian refugees
Your generosity knows no bounds
They ask me about the river and sun
I say why ask of these that surround us by involuntary flow
Ask me about him who without hinting gives to the poor unhindered
They say much more but Mohamed will always be the name everyone compliments
I have seen many nations across oceans and rallied on their front lines
Yet the passion that Mandela and Layton have imprinted on my brother
Reminds me like Justin- a Canadian is a Canadian, is a Canadian.
That Family is family, is Family!
Happy Birthday Oldeen!
You just got started!
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