MY NEVER-TO-BE-MINE SWEETHEART

Those loving buoyant

Memories of my sweet youthful days,

Of a never-to-be-mine sweetheart,

Of those cruel hard days,

That a friend assured

Would disappear into oblivion

In years to come surely,

But they never withered away;

They still keep dancing

Like sweet dancing lilies

Showing her myriad sweet poses,

Sweet smiles, sweet looks

(Even though they were not mine.)

And her classic postures

Firmly planted

In my clear tranquil garden

From where a voice is speaking,

Telling me my story

From its beginning to its end;

"You left your unknown village

For the city to fulfil

Your goals cherished

From your childhood;

To become self-reliant

In matters of earning,

Just enough to meet

Your modest needs;

When fate stood resolutely

With a whip in hand;

Before you discovered him

He had started his nonstop whipping,

With blood you were pouring

All over but with a purpose

So noble it was then

Beyond your boyish thinking.

Now into yourself absorb the world

With all its touchable tangible

Loved unloved beautiful ugly

Living non-living things and beings,

And then reach and reside eternally

In the deepest corner

Of that never-to-be-yours

Sweetheart's sweet soul.