Your Love/ On St.Valentine's Day/ For Yeats Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Your Love

When I saw tears into your eyes
Welling up
And falling down,
I turned sad and broken
And lonely,
How helpless felt that I
Cannot put it into words!
N.B. In the memory of my youngest brother

On St.Valentine's Day

Rajanigandha flower sticks
Holding the dew fresh flower jasmine sticks
So redolent and icy white
Holding them
So close to your heart
I saw you growing emotional
And full of tears
Wiping the red eyes
With your hands,
Is this love,
Is this love?

And the tears falling,
Falling over
Splashing the sticks
So loosely held into
The hands!
Love,
Is this called love?

For Yeats

Wearing the mythic coat
Embroidered and bespangled with
Irish, Celtic and Welsh
Mythologies
You going your way
To see the swans peddling into the pond
And flying,
Youth which never gets old,
The self which is ever young, ever youthful
Reinvigorating himself.