O Valentine!
Among hanged,
I could find your face.
Some like you:
will never die,
they judge
love as freedom,
they torment
death to death!
O Valentine!
You lived like a saint,
were executed
like a rogue!
Dear apostle of love,
I know you are the happiest:
someone bringing
happiness to others!
O Valentine!
Your cards display
all the praise of love!
But, for me Valentine,
every card is a torment,
wrath of power,
wild gasp for breath,
high strangled cries,
sacrifice!
O Valentine!
Now you are just a day!
A day of love
expectations,
frustrations,
agonies and solitude...
But my Valentine,
Your silence
strangle me!
14.02.98
Dedicated to: The unknown souls perished in the Coimbatore bomb blasts on St. Valentine’s Day on 1997. My friends told more than four hundred people got killed, but the authorities said: only less than hundred! Who will account for the poor beggars, cobblers etc! Let’s pray for their souls rest in peace.
what an amazing poem straight from the heart. other day I read in the paper, its not St. Valentine, but St. Raphel, who is to be revered. everything becomes a controversy... 10++ Mamta
you are a very kind hearted person and these lines reflect that. take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death's knell was silenced that day The dead were counted - But Many left unaccounted they say To save the face of countless Careless uncaring persons Who were in seeming authority! Most days we celebrate Unaware of other's tears On that self same day! Leena