Love Not Confessed

And she would ask me why I write about love.
Is love the only subject I have known?
Why not I write about sparrows and tiger and dove?
Love is love, I tell her, and don’t you moan.

I know very little than love as such.
I think of thoughts and my heart unfold,
Many a tests against me she would hold.
I try to tell her that I love her much.

Keenly I glance at her and I do see:
She thinks not of this man but many a man.
Oh, she thinks of men better than me!
Ah, how do I confess my love for her then?

Love for Arts

Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS


20 comments on “Love Not Confessed

  1. surindernath says:

    First white then red flowers followed by diamonds – simple !! 😀

  2. soumyav says:

    🙂 u already confessed in your verse here!

  3. danrobb007 says:

    That was a really great poem. I sense the feelings from it as I read. Good stuff.

  4. Does love really need a confession? Love is but an attitude,a way of life and therin lies its all pervasiveness…. as it seeps out of every pore, every moment, every pause.

    Loved the verse.


  5. The only thing I can think of in this scenario… is not to confess, but to work diligently at the romancing 🙂

  6. Neat poem! Thanks for stopping by my blog and I look forward to following yours! 🙂

  7. the world is world because of love.

  8. jalal mic86@gmail.comhael sabbagh. says:

    Happy new year.jalal

  9. njs says:

    Nice poem… Really liked it…

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