On this fourteenth dawn of February light,
While the world wraps itself in petals bright,
I sit with Union Public Service Commission dreams in my eyes,
Tracing maps where my quiet future lies.
They send roses, I underline Laxmikanth,
They plan candlelight, I revise Polity’s chant.
Their hearts beat in violins’ soft sway,
Mine counts attempts till the final day.
“Be mine,” the greeting cards softly plead,
But Prelims whisper, “Revise with speed.”
While chocolates melt in silvered tray,
My test series waits—no holiday.
Love letters bloom in scarlet hue,
I solve MCQs—eliminate two.
They post their dates with filtered art,
I memorize Articles by heart.
Yet who can say this isn’t love?
To chase a call from North Block above,
To dream of service, steel, and grace,
To earn one’s badge, one’s humble place.
My Valentine is discipline’s fire,
An oath of service, a nation’s desire.
Where others gift a teddy bear,
I gift my future patient care.
And somewhere between the notes I write,
Between mock scores and sleepless night,
A softer promise starts to grow—
That love is sacrifice we show.
So let the violins gently play,
Let roses bloom along their way.
For I have chosen a different art—
To serve my land with all my heart.
And when results in summer shine,
Success itself shall be my Valentine. ❤️📚
