Valentine's Years Poem by Pijush Biswas

To one who was my Valentine in three years.In some different three years our love was different with some different fellings and realizatons, that we became parted consequently.....



1st Valentine

Mostly, the shire of pleasure she wanted.
What desire could give, often failed
Yet, she and I travelled long, or panted
And Love which, sought, was too tailed
To our content, but now gone
So, every day and night, now we atone
To see again Love, or attain.

2nd Valentine

Old beeches, in parting from forest, die
Although, fair weather, is too heavy-
Gears up yet their utility and tie
Them; inhumility thus public too did levy
Upon us, and yet yesterlove was aghast.
We were prone to fail, and all too past,
Notwithstanding, we were in pain.

3rd Valentine

All, too short in some necessity now
I claimed to the God, what jeer up?
One attendance of her is all too short a vow
Or, highly a mystery- - 'tis to take a cup
Of tea or coffee, in a premium date,
But I can't count it as my clear fate
For, sheer Love is gone, or each we disdain.



02/13/2016


[Published in his self-published book "Some Suitable Words", in January,2018]