Valentine Comes
in the honey of flowers
life is hidden
bees are punctual,
painstakings activist
of life
fields of springtime,
forest, stranded shore, blue sky of left winter
full of gracious youth of nature
on the corner of your waving lips
heart a seized prisoner of love
the fragrance of the valentines
flying like gold-dust in the sunny ray
everything awakes in the buds of life
to consummate the honey
out of time, in the slothful desire, but,
youthfulness spends all in the seven sleepers den
Valentine comes, o yes
in true man and woman
11.02.2021 Chattogram
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