38. Unrequited Love

In that deep forest called love,

He was a mango tree. 


Flourished and outgrown were his branches of love,

With sweetness and affection growing in his alcove. 


For her, he bore fruits from his soul,

While in the blistering heat, provided her with shade. 


In the winter, cut down were his branches to make firewood,

But the warmth of the fire was not even enough to keep her stone cold heart tepid.


-Rithin.

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