Twelve months in an year...
Eleven months go fine...
The shortest month gives real pain...
Its February.. the month of VALENTINE....
The day I came to earth...
Love showered on me like rain...
But as i grew up..
I only lost love.. had no gain...
Every year i wait..
Thinking this will be the lucky one...
I will find her for sure...
I will get my special one...
21 years have passed..
Wait is still on...
The story remains the same..
No success still.. come on! ! ! !
They say in this month..
Love is in the air...
Why cant i feel the same..
Damn! ! this is not fair...
Sometimes to gain confidence..
I lie to GOD i have found the one for me..
But the Almighty laughs and says..
YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! ! !
Valentine will go boring..
This year again...
GOD please shower love on me next year..
Just a drizzle WILL DO.. i don't want rain...! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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