Be my Valentine - said he to me
I was too afraid to say - yes indeed;
he was a decade older than me
but he was a storm of passion and fantasy;
he forced me to love him
he forced me to kiss him
he called himself the lover of ecstasy.
He taught me all what I had to learn
he taught me even how to cook and sweep;
I was an elite, I was a little princess
but when love sprays its fragrance in your eyes
lovers turn blind and so did I
and when I brushed clean my eyes
I could see the world so clearly
as from him I learnt to be a little star myself
that could shine amidst any hardships and struggles.
And as he taught me to row the boat of love
over every wave of anxiety and peril
I never lost my humbleness for even a while;
he was my courage and my strength all through,
he was the one who taught me to glide
and look at the world below
so full of friends and enemies,
so full of rivalry and hatred.
Yet, at every step of that journey of life
he held my hand and helped me walk upright
that only a God could understand and allot me
a lover like him so perfect in assertion and direction
so precise in happiness and vengeance
so defiant to defeat and competition
that when I asked him 'why',
he replied - a man must always be a man
and not a coward in his lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem