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