He practised talking with her in mirror,
craziest of things to himself he told.
He thought to express his love,
since being an eight year old.
She could never know his name,
but recognized his face.
The boy in his fancies however
would kiss, hug and embrace.
In the years that passed by,
her charm and beauty both grew.
The boy too perfected his art,
from the portraits he drew.
She wondered sometimes about the guy,
from the neighborhood, silent and shy.
No one else could even notice this,
playing pranks on him a few would miss.
One fine day he had tried to talk,
wearing a smile to her he walked.
He turned all of a sudden, walking away,
while she stood puzzled and shocked.
He was surprised with himself,
the hesitation had no cure.
If there would be a second chance,
of this he wasn't very sure.
And finally he saw the love of her life,
the fortunate man she had loved.
Tears of disappointment were in his eyes,
thinking of a love he never deserved.
Unloved, unwelcome, unwanted,
slowly silently he cried.
The dreamt castle turned to ruins,
his wish had finally died.
- Rishabh Bidya
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