Only Valentine Poem by Neela Nath Das

I know, this is incredible.
Home does not walk at home.
If one moves, another
Stands still, stands still.
Yet, before the blooming of
The day's first sun,
An irresistible desire burst
Into the cleavage of sepal.
I greeted to get in.
I know, you have been
Riding on the horse of deep desire,
Since time prehistoric
To write history on my
Bleeding forsaken heart!
On the edge of last
Ray of the setting Sun,
I stood knowing, you
Were still galloping lagging
Behind Time to turn our
Love to Eternity.
And I left my door wide-open.
'Cause, your journey was inevitable.
Still, You couldn't reach, couldn't.
But, a unique gift of bleeding red heart
And a bunch of red red rose reached
Me with your letter of longing.
Listen, listen to me,
Today, I wish to proclaim- - - - - - -
Without you, I don't have any Valentine,
I don't have any Love, any Anger,
Sentiment and Forgiveness
For anyone else.
My days bloom for you
My nights shiver for you,
And what is left is my
Love of habit and drill.