My Valentine Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra

The hillock on the South
Still gazes at me,
Her yellow looks those days
Has turned hazel green.

Decades back it had us
on her laps sleek,
The stones lie, the trees fuss
as if forgot to speak.

The princess became a queen
to a king, horizon's away-
Leaving a desert of loneliness
and void heart at bay.

There are still the stars
whether or not, you see,
You are on my sky, oh darling
like cooing bird on a tree.

Decades passed, palms shrank
to an older monk's shape.
There is still that warmth freaky
kissing my heart and drape.