On the Day of Valentine
It's valentine, And the roses are everywhere. Like the empty vessels, That sounds much, The doomed red matter beats faster, Murmuring the voices through the wind. The moments have become slumberless And the smile sleep in secret, Under the blanket of hope, Where the pitiless tragedy, Strucks the house of patience. My sullen eyes, Measures you, While the heart- a caged bird Sings for freedom.