HURT IN LOVE

Is he acting blind and cannot see

that I love him so deeply

Just an affectionate word from him

changes me completely

I start chirping and dancing

like a bird affectionately

I open up as if he gave me

the full bloomed moon

To twine his arms around

create situations ready to swoon

But strange the miser

keeps his mouth tightly shut

And throws me in a thinking maze

that lost, I fully get

I know that love is

also burning in him, within

He is having a gala time with me

in his colourful dreams

In reality, with this attitude

what pleasure does he derive

Towards, love madness, he is

slowly making me drive

I am already a self proclaimed

incurable mad woman

Love has made me a convict in his

heart’s heartless prison

Has he taken me for granted

and enjoys to make me pine

For candle lit dinners, yellow roses

and glasses of red wine

Tell me should I be treated

in such an uncaring manner

All call me an angel

he can put me under a scanner

I cannot take this loveless

teasing behavior of his anymore

I am going to hug him tight

and with kisses make him sore.

©sunita grover raina2022

27/05/22

India

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