UNREQUITED LOVE

Unrequited love is beautiful,

It's love so pure and true,

It's the highest form of love,

Practiced only by a few.

You love someone knowing very well,

That they don't really care,

You won't be loved in return because,

For you, they've no time to spare.

I love my teacher very much,

She's the best Maths teacher, you see,

But she's India's Master Teacher,

Having a thousand students, not just me!

Geetika mam, I've told you this a million times,

And I say this today too...

"I Love You Dear Bestea of mine,

There is no one like you!"

Now I eagerly wait for that day to come,

When you'll say you love me too,

You need not love me so very much,

Just a little bit will do.

I know you love my poems,

The old ones and the new,

I wish I was a poem,

Then you would love me too.

But if you don't love me at all,

I won't complain to God above,

I'll still be grateful and will enjoy,

The beauty of "Unrequited Love!"