Unrequited Love Poem by Jaspreet Mann

Feel the day slip through the fingers
One moment, like traces of sand still lingers.
Painfully, reminding of what could have been,
It still feels the tenderness it had seen.
The petal flies out of the window
On the pavement, watches people go
And the fragrance drifts, then dies out
The flower in the ornamental vase, still in doubt.
Things that could not have been spoken,
Are always unrequited love’s token.