Not Loving The Loved Poem by rahul mandal

My tired heart must
Stop at once
His search for love,
For he is been loved
By very few,
And is after everyone.

He is been jealous now;
For every eyes skipping him
Not even some taking pause,
At least by mistake he expects some glance,
Tricking him,
But no glance attends his rose.

He is been furious;
And on valentine's his absence
This world never complains of,
Because love for him has been mysterious,
And has never showed up
In form of his other half.

He drinks some wine
Creates an environment so lonely
That he is never been able to watch
this world wholly.

On every sunny day;
He folds his heart in a handkerchief
And drops it intentionally
Begging for his turning,
But his turning stays—
So he keeps himself contented
With the face—
Of love in his mother, sister and father,
And a smile due,
Loved by no one
I will take rather
(Gratifying smile) by few.