Santosh Kumar Pokharel
(Dedicated to the loving hearts on Valentine’s Eve)
Admit that some faces
In heart use to shine.
In fact, they’re all fine—
Of them, none is mine.
Admit that is open,
Fortune won’t entwine
With love, as I keep it,
In heart clandestine.
I would not express it
Unless love divine
Should weave such in my heart,
Should make all me fine.
My love shall be sacred
Sacred, yet confined
Now love has been tasted,
And all left behind.
No love is stable
This fact undermine
I can’t; lfe’s too short,
Though wish love divine.
I wish love in mornings
Come with golden shine,
And soothe all my cravings-
My own valentine.
