The Valentine Song Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

Night raises its curtain
to sprinkle darkness
with equal treat
for good and evil
bidding goodbye once again
to the myriads of
fake colors of the day.
I won't sing this time in joy
neither lament over
in despair for something
so precious lost on the way.

O' lovers
stop, stop!
to see the countless fates uncertain
like versatile stamens
sway in the air.

I won't see their contours
neither shall I caress the back
of my failures.
The bouquet of roses red
are being faded
the fragrance of the day
no more to hypnotize
my orphan existence.

Tonight
I would feel my valentine
better and better
pulses in the arteries
impulse in the nerves
all are raged
with night raising her curtain.

Nobody to envy
nobody to share
my sorrow and happiness
nobody to come in between.

The warmth on the bosom of time
all I have as gift
Let the night linger
more and more
for the mundane thirst and hunger
to help stop the light
celebrating falsehood
that slumbers on the bed of love
all along in dreams of delight.

Let me feel
my drenched eyes alone
for I have waited long long for ages
for this sweat moment
to hug my valentine
I live and ready to die
But the horizon
feels so darker, so lonely
Where is my Valentine?