The day valentine
I have but pine
Only memories have time
The spring spreads wine.
The spring is smiling.
The wind is swinging.
The drones are echoing.
Literally they are humming
We can say enchanting.
Buds we are blossoming.
Butterflies are zooming
They are making atmosphere prettier.
They are sucking nectar of flowers.
The sweetest lyric of nightingales.
The mildest cooking of cuckoos.
A melodious and graceful blowing of wind
These all loveliest I have around me
But all is feeling like barren
Because absence of my mistress.
Though her presence I feel
Her sweet fragrance I smell
But I accept the nature’s fact
Finding and separating is the trend.
Everything is temporary on the earth
To blossom & to fed is nature’s way
And being the man everybody has to adopt.
The one and only and the quite inevitable
Well, the universal fact
The petals with the time open
And with the time close.
In both the conditions yes,
The sweet rests. The peace begets
Bfter all I adjudge inner
I hug and embrace
Yes, to my soul my Valentine
With all spirited emotions.
Though she is not at here
But her divine existence
Pleaded urged with woo oh,
Yes I am your Valentine.
