(June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

Hello, Saint Valentine - See Me - A Broken-Hearted Fellow: Part-1

</></>With stunning charm, she is of a beauty batch.....
With gorgeous figure, she is a pretty match!
Albeit her face is cute as apple fruit
Her gambling eyes made me mute......
She is my glass of wine, no logic!
And no magic! But love is all time tragic!

As she has stolen my heart in limelight
She became divine moon light.......
See! My heart became flowing River Hooghly
Oh! I'm elated; my heart is elevated yet a ball googly.....
She is my glass of wine, no logic!
And no magic! But my love is all time tragic!

When I gave her all gifts.......
She collected them without any rifts......
As she forgot to gather my heart and what a humility!
Utility! Utility! In futility, I lost my ability;
She is my glass of wine, no logic!
And no magic! But love is all time tragic!

Tears welled from eyes and no excuse!
As heart is my support, I suppose to accuse;
She left me in the middle of the desert of half mad
Like an unknown passenger and a stranger; oh, it’s sad!
She is my glass of wine, no logic!
And no magic! But love is all time tragic!

I don't know whether she won...
Laurels and admirers but I'm done;
She went on further and farther...
Sorry Valentine! For not being together;
She is my glass of wine, no logic!
And no magic! But love is all time tragic!

While love is burning my empire
She is stoking embers of hidden fires in me, she, a vampire!
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just a break time! Now READ PART - 2 to make your reading wholesome.

Hello, Saint VALENTINE - See me - a BROKEN-HEARTED Fellow: Part-2

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