Unrequited Love - The Best Love Poem by Asavri Dhillon

The breath of the wet mud was alive on the abandoned walls
The scent of the forest kept it a mystery
Until love knocked at the door of mystery
And unlocked every tear in the form of rain.
Her hair wiped the wind of misery
And he left his last touch on her body
Hard it was for her to gather the shattered pieces of her heart
And harder it was for her to wash his touch.
Nights and days made the eyes swell
But no ink and paper she had to write her ballad on.
And now the winter brought in snowflakes
Every snowflake that landed on her skin
Rose a question one after the other
She got suffocated under that pile of questions.
They said, "forget him."
Oh, how can love be forgotten?
What love is it, if you forget it like breaths?
Unrequited love, it was,
It only grew stronger and destroyed every breath.
Every beat. Every moment-
In the memory of the lover.
And the snowflakes kept falling.
Chiselling through her skin
Making the snow red.
And the winter alive than ever.