I Am Not Too Old And Sick To Love Even On A Valentine Day Poem by Akhtar Jawad
I Am Not Too Old And Sick To Love Even On A Valentine Day
He looked for me in the kitchen first, as usual,
Then he looked for me in the lonely drawing room,
Every corner he searched for an old and sick lady,
Shameless! He even knocked the doors of my washroom!
He checked the gates of the house and found it locked,
On a chair with dining table, and with a cool hand,
Poured water in a glass but he was so much upset,
Without drinking he inverted the glass on the stand.
The crescent disappeared; Venus has relieved the moon,
But left a promise of enough light to ferment the clay,
Dear, I am here on the open roof below twinkling stars,
I am not too old and sick to love even on a Valentine Day.
I am not too old and sick to love even on a Valentine Day /// well but to me the EVERGREEN heart can enjoy the VALENTINE and VALENTINE DAY
Dear, I am here on the open roof below twinkling stars, I am not too old and sick to love even on a Valentine Day. AND this is the spirit of old age youth of overage starts @70 you ought to have remembered it Did you give her a rose a bouquet or a ring of diamonds I suppose you didn't know how to donate this is the occasion 14 Feb has come sirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr charity begins from home
The crescent disappeared; Venus has relieved the moon, But left a promise of enough light to ferment the clay, .. Lovely piece on Valentine Day
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5/18/2024 6:16:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderful poem on Valentine's day. Should be a Poem Of The Day. Cupid has no restrictions when he strikes his arrow. Beautifully written.