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Imaginary poem of unrequited love. Not to be misconstrued as a real-life story. |
You could've loved me and lived a thousand years in one lifetime But you chose not to You could've loved me like the dark sky before kaalboishakhi that has the power to destroy but come down to merely liven the earth You could've loved me to be free the way Mandela was after 27 years in solitary Robben Island You could've loved me like Mother Teresa with that famous kindness and selfless love for the have nots You could've loved me and travelled the remote corners of the planet and see it all in my eyes, with wonder and amusement of a child You could've loved me with the undeterred mission of changing the world and bring smiles to millions You could've loved me knowing you would be the best version of yourself just by being with me You could've loved me with all the passion of the first lovemaking with a new love, every single time we met You could've loved me with the sweet sweat of the nights that would've transported us to heaven You could've loved me with the patience of not trying to wake me even when you couldn't sleep for my not-so-mild snoring 'You could've loved me knowing the princess that I was and indulging in my whims in all the odd scenarios You could've loved me accepting and entertaining all my idiosyncrasies and absent minded faux pas You could've loved me with the joy of listening to our songs with the two ends of the headphone without saying a word You could've loved me while speaking in front of thousands, knowing I am in the audience; and in reverse scenario, being oh-so proud of me You could've loved me sharing mundane details of our dailies or specials moments we cannot see of each other You could've loved me and had that cloud-nine feeling of conquering the Everest when you were with me You could've loved me and cheered me on for all the ascends of my crazy ideas believing in my pursuits You could've loved me in lazy afternoons, whispering in my ears, and watching "Falling in Love" without knowing what that did to me You could've loved me sitting on park bench, singing our favorite songs, in lower range, just to accommodate my range without ever making me feel bad You could've loved me and melted every single time you saw me and thought to yourself how unique and on-of-a-kind I was You could've loved me to help you be all that you wanted to be You could've loved me talking about your Dad and crying your soul out You could've loved me to the end and have that person at your corner eternally But you chose not to |