A Verse To My Valentine. Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

As a fighter and a lover
I love you when you
rip through taboos like a dynamite;
crush with your love-iron hands
the shackles of marble-moral-eyes.

When you weave a floral poem
that smells the sweet smell of true love;
my rock-solid heart melts into a lilting fountain
and this volcano leaps to a heart-shaped island
with very little trail of the blessed fire-brand.

I love you
when I lose my solar ego
to your Atlantic bosom:
The brute fighter in me meets a lover in me
when you enfold me in your Peepul arms.

I met you
at a sharp bend of my unruly poetry.
And you like a mad seafarer
bowed before this sea-dog
and then began our expeditious voyage
at the same vast sea with ancient wild noise!

I love you
as you like me
never madly look for a shore.
And as you ever have damn pyromania
what goes well with my having no hydrophobia!

I love you
for I do not know the time
when I do not love you.
Let us sail through our heydays and downfalls
bound to each other with a rose band of love thralls!