It is yet again that time of the year
When people die to call someone 'dear'
In most bonds, is there any real strength?
While to celebrate it, go they to any length?
Oh, alas, oh, alas, Saint who was crucified
As to save others' love, Thee, fervently tried
How you would rue to see a market
Booming with goodies, for nirvana a ticket
Hearts, roses, candies, gems flood the shops
The costliest to Buy, guys-n-gals madly hop
Tokenism mattereth, real love is a frost
Mea culpa, Keats, in the din, a poem lost!
Victory of goodies shines like a shooting Star
Wishing false glory, the real feel a mere scar!
Pratima@Sonnet?Limerick? or vice versa?
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