Love

Photo Courtesy: Rusha Bose

When on cold winter mornings.

You just wished I was there,

When you anonymously dedicated a poem,

Or smiled at me, or simply stared,

When you secretly clicked

A photo of mine or two,

I always knew. I always knew.

But when you had no time free

To love me back or look at me,

I silently looked at you

And you had no clue. You had no clue.