Unrequited Love

There was such a grace of his love,
Every apparent jocund face turned red,
As he was chameleon and devilish in look,
Tried to get in contact as per mood,
As his mood full of rage and faulty ego,
Never ever cared her wish and emotion.

How odd it seemed now? Sayeth when that guy ”MISS YOU”
Didn’t seem crunchy munchy like Lays and Kurkure fun?
Yes, surely in comprehensible graceful love or Pagalpan,
When seemed then a wastage of time,
And imperfect to his perfect stature,
How could possible a Missing now?

Hark! You insane and stupid guy,
She is not a doll to play when you wish,
Neither a fun nor a mere butt of sex.
She is love and needs care,
Rather she knows how to play a game too!