Love, Not Attainable! ! ! ! Poem by Amit Kumar

I love thee prodigious my innocent fairy
But thou lives south- east of me,
I desired to shed my love on you
But thou lie apart, unattainable!
Thou dazzled like a nymph in sparkling dreamland
Cotton like smooth is thy beauteous hand,
Thy face is sweet and gorgeous like rose
And cheeks flutters like petals of that rose.
I wish you to be my destiny whom I love the most
Give thy hand in mine, see my sacred love the most
Heart ache I lies in thy neighboring nation
Crying out of love to love you the most
Unattainable! Unattainable! Unattainable!