She Would Never Know
In shadows cast by fleeting time,
A tale unfolds in silent rhyme.
Through whispers of the evening breeze,
Lies a love that’s bound to tease.
In twilight’s grasp, secrets sown,
A garden of emotions, overgrown.
She walks a path, unaware,
Of a heart that lingers, in deep despair.
In echoes of unsung melodies,
A symphony of unspoken pleas.
Her laughter, a distant, haunting song,
A melody to which I don’t belong.
She’d never know the tears I’ve shed,
Hidden ‘neath the moon’s soft spread.
The ache that dwells within my chest,
A silent storm, forever suppressed.
I paint my love in shades of gray,
In the canvas of the night, it’ll stay.
A masterpiece of longing, left untold,
In the gallery of stories, yet to unfold.
She’d never know the stars I’ve named,
Each one a memory, eternally framed.
In the vast expanse where dreams reside,
A love unspoken, silently denied.
As the moon weeps in quiet glow,
I hold the truth she’ll never know.
A love that blooms in shadows cast,
Yet withers away, fading fast.
In the garden of “she would never know,”
I plant the seeds of love to grow.
But like petals falling, one by one,
A tale untold, forever undone.
-Sumant Singh
