I gave you a mountain
You returned a valley
I’m tired of this one sided intimacy
Laugh it away, I may
But, my soul terribly lay
Like a plant untended
In a desert, hardly attended
By the rain of sincere affection,
Forcing me to abjection.
But, nay, I refuse to be the unwanted weed
In your garden, among ‘roses’, and bleed!
For my love and care would find due value
In a friend who would, with gratitude, pursue
My insights, delights and my inner core,
Wanting to know and cherish me more.
I refuse to play this game uneven
I have no intention to make you a heaven
While my soul lay, without love, unwell
In a lonely,melancholic, miserable hell.
– ©Surya Ramachandran