He had had many affairs,

For me, he was my maiden love,

A well known, charming Casanova,

Being loyal, for him, was tough.

To keep flitting from one flower

To other was his true nature,

His sensitivity was doubtful,

Egotism – his intrinsic feature.

I had fallen in love with him,

Having a fallacious notion,

That he, too, had for me at least

A soft, amorous emotion.

But that was never to be,

To get hurt was my destiny,

With his oscillating attitude,

I got a shocking epiphany.

I feel I am in a dry lake,

A brooding, injured dove,

Teary eyed with burning core

I pine for my unrequited love.

~ Sudha Dixit

Bangalore, India