Midst the melancholy of my lost Valentine
I gathered aplenty courage for not to be sad today,
the girl who was immensely in love with her infancy
was a little child Itself.
Yeah, she was a child for sure
who would nag me for the vanilla Corneto
In middle of cold winter
she was a child who would wrangle with me
for getting a gift on my birthday.
I had been sad lately
after her departure thinking about us,
I hexed her
I mourned for our lost memory.
But whatever she did,
she loved me truly
be It for so short span of time
but her love was much true for me.
Lately, I stopped mourning
I should not mourn for being In love
I should not mourn for been gifted all memories.
I've celebrated my birthday with these little faeries of
southern-most primary school of Last Habited Island of India.
I'm happy that once she loved me immensely,
happy that a part of me still loves her for what she was and Is.