For you Valentine!
O Valentine!
Among hanged,
I could find your face.
Some like you:
will never die,
they judge
love as freedom,
they torment
death to death!
O Valentine!
You lived like a saint,
were executed
like a rogue!
Dear apostle of love,
I know you are the happiest:
someone bringing
happiness to others!
O Valentine!
Your cards display
all the praise of love!
But, for me Valentine,
every card is a torment,
wrath of power,
wild gasp for breath,
high strangled cries,
sacrifice!
O Valentine!
Now you are just a day!
A day of love
expectations,
frustrations,
agonies and solitude...
But my Valentine,
Your silence
strangle me!
14.02.98
Dedicated to: The unknown souls perished in the Coimbatore bomb blasts on St. Valentine’s Day on 1997. My friends told more than four hundred people got killed, but the authorities said: only less than hundred! Who will account for the poor beggars, cobblers etc! Let’s pray for their souls rest in peace.
poem by Premji Premji
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