Saint Valentine's Day Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Three cheers for Love this day
In memory of Valentine, the martyr
Love is not a game of any satyr,
Nor a cliche-patter for a damsel brought to bay


The senses choose to imprint
What the inner mind sets as norms;
May there be divers picks and forms
The soul passes love with a stint


To possess and hold for ever,
Or to enamel with words and poise,
Manifested riches and choice toys
Is alluring in selfish fervour and fever



A moment is render immortal
And all ' self ' is condensed into live -hold
While true love , in candid mould,
Neatly steps out of the cordial portal.