Unanswered Love... Poem by Swagat Bhattacharjee

To love and to have won is one...
To love and to have lost is but...
To have lost and be abhorred is what's
fine to him, to us, undone.
Innocent was he, and Love, a pun.
Love, that was... Unanswered Love.

To have fought and to have won is one...
To have fought and to have died is but...
To die and be forgotten is what's
fine to him, to us, undone.
Love that was...
Lonely, Solo, Unanswered Love.

To care and be cared is one,
To care and be ignored is but...
To be ignored and loathed is what's
fine to him, to us, undone.
Love that was...
True, Selfless, Unanswered Love.

To love and to have possessed is one...
To love and to have expressed is but...
To love and to compress is what's
fine to him, to us, undone.
Love that was...
Painful, Divine, Unanswered Love.

But for Love was he, and his Life for Love...
Ripped and tortured, beaten, scarred.
Hatred's Sword punched hard through his Heart.
But in it her name kept aching
never to fall apart.
Isn't that Love, but why Unanswered?
Love that was...
As sad as Unanswered Love.