Life Itself a Valentine Gift

We often grumble of our carnal birth

For it is here life envisages all dirt, 

We forget that it is the pallid soil that mitigates hunger

And it is grime that incites the inclination of sanctity. 

So dirt in disguise is a bonanza in life's order. 

We often grumble of our carnal birth

For mostly life here dwells, devoid of mirth, 

But the trivial agonies abet to helm the demotic trips

And impregnate that fruits of labour evokes earthly bliss

So tribulations in disguise are intellections of life's grip. 

We often grumble of our carnal birth 

For the characters that conjoin life, bars motivated path, 

But when mother pronounces self-restraint and allies stand for our rights

The confluence of their pure intent we willingly oblige

So in disguise, the characters of passing phases act as sprites. 

It's the contiguity of soil that makes all difference to carnal birth

Whether it's the ordeal we plunge in or the upliftment that adorns our path, 

So life is the pearl of Valentine Gift bestowed by divinity

Not for measurable time, but for infinity