For Only Love
Pravat Kumar Mandal
Yesterday different
Another one I passed my valentine
I don't remember last year how I spent
So I do not feel fine.
This year versus last year
More spiritless, lifeless and yawnful
Dull, dim, lustreless and old, o my dear
Alas! Both we are fool.
I am jealous of them
Who walk lazily keeping hand in hand,
Head on the shoulder and, their words of shame
A genuine loveband.
We are much happier
We don't pretend, our love more impressive
Heartfelt, more appealing that has no share
For only love we live.
(15th February,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem