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 The eve of St. Valentine  Poetry listing

The day came and went many times before-
At times when on four I walked, when I mumbled my first words,
And at times when through the schools I toiled-
Yes, the day came and went, and never I thought twice.
And when love came, O, the day seemed so trifle-
Why, every day was a St. Valentine!
So, what comes now, I ask, this thirteenth of February?
Will tomorrow the sun rise in west?
Or will night turn day, and day night?
I think the sun will rise in east,
But with a new shine,
A new heat,
And well light up my day brighter,
Will add warmth to my bulging love for her.

Yes, the new sunrise is but hours away,
And what will I say?
Have I not said ‘I love you’ a million times before,
O, should I risk saying the same and make her sore?
What else is there that’s to her is still unknown,
Which part of my life and heart is still virgin,
What confession is still unmade?
I know not.
And what shall I give her to make her smile-
I gave all that was mine:
[Just this life is left,
And I would give it if she would smile]
Oh dear, so poor I lie amid the toils of my generous heart,
Then how with poorer hands I depart?

Can you feel this fluttering heart
That so wishes to fly?
Do you hear this beating heart
Which writes your name in purple?
Oh, do you see how helpless I lie
When you asked me not to knock your door?
But how can you stop me,
When your ears are yearning for words threescore,
When your cheeks are flushed pink, and eyes are closed?
Have you not dreamt of this day to come
When we would walk hand in hand,
When it would mean nothing if the sun set in east,
When my breath would be the only breeze to tease your hair,
When my pulse would be the only music you hear?
And if yes, how can I bely such dreams?
-13\2\99,Calcutta-63

COMMENTS :

The lover has been asked by his mistress not to call her on the Lover’s day. But the lover is in a dilemma. He wonders- was she earnest, or was she teasing me? He contemplates everything and comes to the realisation that the girl would be waiting to hear from him when the special day comes.

See: On St. Valentine

  A brush with life
  A day in adulthood
  A helpless follower
  A man draped in tattered clothes
  After dark
  An axe on Keats
  And can't I mould my future
  And how the dreams fall
  Being in love
  Bereft of success
  Between despair and hope
  Come back soon
  Devil and his counterpart
  Devour
  Engineers
  Epitaph
  Farewell
  Farewell from the circle of friends
  Fast moves the time
  Femina
  Finding Estella again
  Freedom came cheap
  From where to nowhere
  Fulfillment
  Harvest
  Heart in Everest
  Heaven to hell and back again
  HOME
  How he lies amid his ruins, and you smile
  How I missed the beauty
  I wonder
  Insomnia
  Kiss from a rose
  Land's end
  Leeches in my soul
  Letter from battlefield
  Looking back
  Losing everything
  Love and compromise
  Love in modern times
  Madonna
  My abode among the clouds
  My beloved
  Naga Sadhu goes digital
  Nevertheless I tried
  Ode
  On St. Valentine
  On visiting an old place
  Papa dear
  Rancour
  Reminiscences from my graveyard
  Stranger at the tavern
  Suspended animation
  Tears, idle tears
  Telephone call to my beloved
  Tell her I am dead
  Termination
  That passed, this also may
  The blissful illusion
  The breathless seashore
  The bride
  The Buddha smiled, but he died
  The cigarette butt, the mosquito blood
  The day after the crossing
  The desert princess
  The dipping sun
  The eve of St. Valentine
  The frozen wet damsel
  The last word
  The pen and the paper
  The phoenix
  The pimp
  The silence spoke so much
  The soldier's lament
  The tear left a trail
  The world beyond innocence
  They tell me I am mad
  Thoughts of tomorrow
  Titanic
  To hug her close or leave her alone
  Today I die
  Vain is the wish to be born again
  Vanished figure
  Walking through the streets of a country deprived
  When loss pains no more
  Where the grass in not painted green
  Which is better?
  You don't ask
  You see why I died

 

 

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