The chores were the same,
The Routine repeated itself;
The fire God emerged the ‘n’th Time
And also welcomed the Crescent
With the usual Gay and Green.
The temperature was mild enough
And waved Goodbye to the chilly Winter.
Spring shined on the tree tops as every year,
But the Breeze sounded different,
Such Swiftness, such a subtle touch,
It kissed my cheeks
And said it’s a Special Day
A day for the closer half beside you,
A day to celebrate the Butterfly in your heart.
Its again that day, the same day
Of the year- The Valentine.
But I dint go Red nor Blue,
Just Pink, pink enough to celebrate Loneliness
Or to welcome the Festival of Life,
That will soon knock the door.
Cheers to Freedom 