Like every other day,
I wake up in dismay,
And feel good when it is not
The Valentine's Day.
Sometimes I sleep well,
Dream the end of this dreaded spell,
But not when it is
The Valentine's Day.
I can't stand to wait,
And not but curse my fate.
Just feel down and irate,
With eyes a little wet,
Every year on this date.
Out there, I see
A happy bunch making merry.
Everywhere, I look in disdain,
But none for me, as ever again.
I try to look away,
But still to Lord I pray,
When will be I on the foray?
How long like this will I stay?
Everything seems a waste,
I live alone in detest.
How insensitive, I wish to protest!
That you regale while
I survive this cruel life's test.
I sulk my own way
Every Valentine's Day.
I live better,
I am on facebook and twitter
On other days, but what on
The Valentine's Day?
May be, I have my own quirks,
And I have my own twists,
But still with my girl,
I want to make a tryst.
Not any other day,
I sulk much of being serene.
It just gets on my nerve,
With the Valentine's verve!
May be, I will too,
One day be two.
And go out with my babey,
On some other day!
nice one!!!
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ReplyDeleteNice post...I really enjoyed the title !!
ReplyDeleteAs all the people said i would say the same about the tittle....very nyc full poetic:) ab itna valentines day ko serious mat lo yaar....every day is a valentines day if u r in love
ReplyDeletechill guys and specially himani, its not abt me :P
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