To my Valentine – Delhi Poetry Slam

To my Valentine

By Bindu Unnikrishnan

Not the prettiest of red roses, but the gaze, that acknowledges my bloom,
not another dinner out, with candles, but a nod, when I prepare my healthy legumes.
Not another stroll hand in hand, let’s work together and clean our land,
no world economy, sitting on the couch, but let’s discuss our future plans.

Let us plant a tree, play with dirt, and tell the world about things we care
Let us fix that broken window pane, may be the chill tonight will be easy to bear
No movie, plays, or recital I need, hear out today my little prayer
Counting our blessings let us make a pact,
Triumph together, and together we shall fall.

No chocolate or fancy wine I shall need, but the time to hear our little one’s mischief.
May be a round of cards, we shall play, remembering how we met and continued to stay.
The game of counting stars in the sky, holding hands lets feel the grass beneath.
Maybe I shall tell you then, red is not my favorite color, may be you will understand me better then!!


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