Saint Valentine didn't know me,
He had no idea about the future,
And now, blatant Valentine's lies,
Time & again and even yet again,
For love I wholeheartedly strive,
But all I get is fake, fake feelings.
Not blaming Valentine am I now,
He sure gave a reason to spend,
Both time as well as the silver dirt,
Indirectly popping employment,
Not just for few - even for me & you,
Don't we try working harder daily?
Just in hopes of finding a better day,
Of course we want more silver dust,
A good job & a fuller-heavier pocket,
Men try hard for earning enough,
Women try harder for respect,
Don't they all selfishly strive,
Do their wishes get fulfilled?
What do the MBA's always market?
Lingerie & diamonds for the lover,
Do they not try to sell love away,
Love stuffed into teddy bears,
Lust dripping from the multiflavoured condoms,
And what else do they want to sell,
Do the cakes not suffice with all that fattening cream,
Or the cream-filled chilled/hot doughnuts?
Just a word: Be smart, don't spend extravagantly on stupid items for your lover and instead save money for future or rather donate it to some good cause.
If your love is pure and the lover is true at heart, then the relationship will survive the troughs, twists, turns and tests of time without the need for such extravaganza.
Think what good use you could have put the money you just wasted on the binge Valentine's week spendthrift spending...
Live life not in this moment, live wise, plan for the future and save well. If you have no worries for the future, donate happiness to a social cause.
My HP Poem #1027