Forget Me Not/ Roses For St.Valentine Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Forget me not, forget me not the roses you and I exchanged,
The promises we have made,
Celebrating the St.Valentines,
Asking to be Valentine

I remember, I remember you far from imagining about you,
Thinking about and reminiscing
Which but the heart knows it,
My love I know it not,
I have forgotten that, forgotten that.

But today you are not, far and far away from here
And wherever you be, you try to be happy
As love is not love, if it is full of selfishness
And so why not to cleanse it?

My love I have turned to the love of Valentine
And my love now a red rose
On the tomb of the Saint of Love,
St.Valentine
Which we all smacking of.

And if the red rose too not into the hands of yours,
You approach, approach him
With the innocence and ignorance of your heart
And it itself will do.

Red roses for St.Valentine
Placed over the tomb
But you pick it not up,
Let it have its sweet redolence.

My memories as red roses and their petals lie they scattered over,
Splashed with the dew drops,
My Lord, You purge my heart from my lust
And fill it with the love for all.

Now the emotions weaken me not and grow I not so emotional,
Leaving everything the hands of His,
Everything lifted clear and purged out,
Repentance too is not.