There Are Many To Say, I Love You Instantly Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

There are many to say,
Even you and me
To say it,
I love you
But how many of us
Love it the heart,
The soul,
Say You?

Say you, I shall not,
But you will,
How many of us
For true love,
How much sincere
Are we to each other?

As I can see it from here
And feel it too,
Love is not love
As the forced smiles
Of the modern man put on artificially,
Handshaking coldly,
Just for courtesy’s sake,
Never warmly.

Now find I not the same love,
They smiling soulfully,
They laughing heartfully,
What a day am I seeing,
The lover not of the beloved
And the beloved not of the lover!

Love, but betray not,
Promise, but promise not falsely,
Hold the hands, never coldly,
But warmly yours,
Hug me, hug you closely to say,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you, my love,
My love to you!