Honey bun,
Cold blooded sweetheart,
The time I spent admiring you
Was a casualty unproductive.
I could better have gone
Harvesting rain water
Or worse, tobacco;
Yet, I burnt out many an hour
Conceiving you
And contemplating happiness:
What an abhorrent waste!
Now to me you are but some
Rainless bankruptcy
Let your glamour go to the geese-
A flower is sweetly deodorant
And softly warming if it rains
Although short-lived
Like you.
'Let your glamor go to the geese' is priceless - the title is perfect and the 'over the top', Bollywood style of this melodrama is most appealing. You're right - a very Indian Valentine Poem. Superb. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I give you ten for your originality. Excellent satire, Raveendran. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think it would work for a lot of relationships in my country as well. Thanks it was fun to read for being so unique.