UNREQUITED

Unrequited

In the middle ages they called it 'Minne' -
The forever unattainable love.
They said it would purify one's heart and soul
For a chaste man, a gift from above.

The love that is denied to me,
Is a love, I, in vain, seek.
But, how it racks my body and mind
I dare not in public speak.

My heart is not philosophical
Nor worldy wise and mature;
It does not know how to mend itself
Nor find a lasting cure.

Just as burning thirst cannot be slaked
By gazing at dark clouds bearing rain.
Just the constant thoughts of you, I find,
Cannot quench my intense, yearning pain.

My voyage of love, alas, was doomed
Even before I set sail
It's more futile, I know, to seek your love
Than to search for the holy grail.

Krishna

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