The month of February heralds message of regeneration,
When flowers blossom on plants where flies make recreation,
It is the end of winter and beginning of the spring,
When everyone is jovial and marry bells do ring.
The dawn of 21.2.97 was crowned with Friday,
When Muslims observe Jumma and Hindus call it a bright day,
Sharp at ten a.m.., the translators assembled in the branch,
The realm of their daydreams and heavenly spiritual trance,
The cups of tea were served and discussion was going on,
When two flies came in and started swarming around.
The officials of the branch knew them to be the lovers,
Who were chasing each other without sensing any trouble,
To see their romantic chasing one dry heart became sick,
Who hated the love games and called it a dirty trick,
He in a fit of frenzy killed the romantic flies,
And yelled loudly with a vicious devilish pride,
The murders most foul were committed in the branch,
In the presence of translators who came out from the trance,
Every heart sank down and laughter suddenly stopped,
The faces turned gloomy and pathos were on the top,
The souls of Romeo and Juliet, of Antony and Cleopatra,
Were once again insulted by the sadist Dracula,
The lovers come in different shapes for celebrating Romance,
Alas, the agent of Lucifer always kills their chance,
Weep Weep oh my brothers for the sake of lovers,
And find out some way to provide them safe cover.