The letters I sent,
Yet lie unanswered to;
Rottin’, outside your door,
Lay the flowers I sent you.
I thought of you as a friend,
And told you my secrets;
But you gossiped ‘em all about,
Leaving me scarred with regrets.
I remember when I first let you know,
The feelings of my heart;
You stood there with your friends, giggling,
As my confidence was ripped apart!
I, now realize,
That am in love with a stone;
And the horror of it,
Chills me to the bone.
But me,
Am a stubborn ass,
Ne’er will I lose my hopes,
To win my beautiful bride.
Cause, maybe,
Sometime, someday, someway;
The tides shall turn,
And my stone-hearted maiden will understand my love.
-Ishaan Phukan
Libëranté. 