My little Valentine

Ningombam Bupenda Meitei *

Many autumns ,
I have lived; those falling leaves ,
I have seen.
Many nights ,
I have passed; with rolling tears ,
I have slept.
Many deserts ,
I have walked; with thirsty mouth ,
I have gone.
Many oceans ,
I have crossed; with unseen island ,
I have sailed.
Many days ,
I have pledged; with weak destiny ,
I have compromised.
Many humans ,
I have met; for little care ,
I have left.
Many dreams ,
I have thought; for undiscovered reality ,
I have shattered.
Many moments ,
I have felt; with foolish emotions ,
I have cried.
Many a times ,
I have tried; but all the time ,
I have failed to undo my tears shed on my own shadow in moonlight.
For me , King Bruce may die.
Strangely , a voice whispers heartily ,
I realise memorably ,
I ink and console my heart to welcome the dawn of my life.
From the Mediterranean sea ,
my breeze comes; through the window ,
my sunlight falls; to quench the thirst ,
my rain drops; to reach the end ,
my shore exists; to accomplish the promises ,
my star shines; to fill the gap ,
my soul arrives; to discover the path ,
my Shepherd leads; to feel the life ,
my heart empowers and to conquer the world ,
my success knocks at the door of my hut.
The Pharoah of Egypt ,
I am not The Prince of Rome ,
I am not Neither as strong as Spartan I am nor am I as learned as Athenian.
So small , I have become like a beggar in front of the Buckingham Palace;
So graceful , you are like a princess of the pure royal blood;
So elegantly beautiful , so preciously sweet the Cleopatra of my life ,
you are the north star of my voyage , you are.
Alas , No gift ,
I can give other than my long cherised tears of joy,
that you , my soul only have brought; No gift ,
I can give as long as my begging bowl is with me.
As beggar has no choice, no choice ,
I have in front of the princess;
As the royal beauty never dies, and always ,
I desire to be with my true angel;
O ! Father in Heaven ,
May my little Valentine remain immortal as long as this Universe lives
May my true angel remain holy as long as that Heaven lives.

"The Journey with three poems" is a small collection of the three inter related poems from the collection of innumerous English poems of the poet. It gets completed not with the mere three poems but truely gets successful with the arrival of the true angel in the poet's life and its not neccessarily meant that the poet has actually encountered with one beauty whose physical presence can be sensed in the present world.

The discovery of the poet's purity by the true angel can also be philosophical and for literary joy too.

It essentially targets those who live a lonely life and prefer to travel as a loner but ultimately, on his way, his true angel welcomes him to realise the true meaning of both of his and her existence on the earth, in the humane world and indeed in the universe as a whole.

The poems may be well read by gentlemen when they are alone or for their beautiful angels.