A Question Poem by Shuaib Saifi

You know not what’s the love’s price?
Either ask those who live with this;
Or those who wander here and there’
In the search of this upmost treasure.

You too should start to respect the one,
Even a single dropp to you who’s given;
Before he starts to forget you
To ne’er recall for a single moment too.

I was the one, who loved you a lot’
In my heart’s bottom still lies the note,
That oft asks why I wasn’t in your thought?
Your name e’er came out of my throat.
And while I embraced you being true,
Lastly why? Why the same not done by you?