Unwanted glory,
All of it was so gory,
And I am so sorry.
Why that day came,
And why I survived,
I do not know either.
It is as if I chose dear life,
Of the two choices there,
Now I doubt my choice.
There is no happiness,
And there is no sorrow,
Neither happy nor sad.
Unrequited love I dispensed,
How long will it take for me,
Always I repent after loving.
They ask me my story,
I tell them my saga,
Of love & suffering.
Then they get bored,
Too dreamy a story,
They take it all as fiction.
My HP Poem #1502
©Atul Kaushal