My Story Of Love Poem by krishna kumar

I knotted every cell of my soul with a thread of love
And made it as a garland to adorn your beauty like feathers for a dove
But you chose to throw it on the floor of emptiness
My shattered cells still moans your name in loneliness

I hadn't realised that my blind eyes could never see this beautiful art
Nor did anyone tell me that I was sailing in a damaged boat
I reached the shore and saw you walking with another man in the mid day rain
From then I had been drowning in the ocean of pain

Would you have been mine, if I was the first one to propose thee?
Whether I had lost the one who would have belonged to me?
Or had I yearned for the one whom I would never get forever?
Would you have ignored me if I had expressed my love earlier?

Or presently you force yourself to ignore me for the good of every heart?
These question marks hooking my heart were tearing my soul apart
Even though I was boiling inside like an acid
For my loved ones I was blossoming outside like a tulip

This was my love story which started with an ending
And ended before the starting
Yes, I remain sad and sing the song of melancholy,
So that you can be happy that there is a soul that loves you immensely