In Wolverhampton’s bustling streets, Where golden wolves fan dreams ignite, A lawyer named Jasleen competes, Defending truths with all her might. Yet on this day, a softer grace, As twenty-four bright candles gleam, She wears a smile upon her face, Where samosas and cake sweetly dream. A Wanderer she proudly stands, Among the crowd, her heart aflame, In life's arena, she commands, Each moment hers to boldly claim. Here's to Jasleen, fierce and bright, Who balances justice, joy, and lore, May every battle find her light, And every birthday, blessings pour.