A day to celebrate love,
Which is not true, and no longer a trove.
Fleeting emotions playing in one's mind,
Not lasting, all people in it, gone blind.
With fake and false promises,
Love, in many things, it disguises.
For some love is like changing ones clothing,
From one to another, they keep shifting.
There were a time people died for love's sake,
Today with fake love people kill, a mistake.
Love like blood flow, one should carry it always,
It’s like a shadow, when in dark, it loses its way.
True love is that of a mother,
A man cannot be loved by any other.
True love is that of a father,
A woman cannot be truly loved by no greater.
Self-love is the greatest among all,
You will never get a chance to fall.
There is no better heart in the world,
Then yours, you can dwell, it’s gold.
Celebrate Lover's Day with parents,
They are the first love and will last for all events.
To have faith in the gods is love, it’s beginning,
True love is to unite all human beings.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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