Requited unlove
Of one who refuses to be a friend
Even if you've been on the mend,
Then till the end, yes till the end,
Cease thoughts.
Desist perforce
Your yearnings, they do not lend
Honour or dignity, so now unbend.
Resume erect,
Exhale, inhale
A new beginning, where you fend
By and for yourself's good tend.
Fresh time filters
Memories of taint.
Woven of woes of the way i wend,
This little homily to you i send.
Sanjib Basu 