Love Unrequited
I who once was beguiled by shallow love,
Like love-god Cupid did make a wrong choice,
While youthful mind of mine loveless did starve
Of wanton sport that had a transient voice.
All furtive joy spring from unconscious guilt,
That grieve me, and no longer have their worth,
The tower of Hope in course of time I built,
Doth tumble with Contrition’s sudden birth.
Thy nonchalant face speaks of false amour,
And for thy sake ascetic I must be,
If thou cannot, who can me thus allure?
But rue I must, my heart’s ensnared to thee.
Now with the fleeting moment thou art gone,
Woe loves him best who is by Love forlorn.
7th February, 2018
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