Unrequited Love

While transient love is all I yearn for now, A state of panic engulfs as I imagine. When my life takes a decisive turn Hair white, wrinkled face and lack of sin. Will I see shadows of myself? Will my contagious grime enthuse my sons? Have I discovered my faults too late? Can my heart endure those countless revolutions? Inhabiting my substance, torturing my world. A life full of faults and guilt knotted. I travel aimlessly for an ounce of peace. Disturbed and heart so cruelly destructed. My parents whom I did not revere, Their love, I never answered. Their forgiveness, I never asked for. Those words of love, I always stammered. Oh! Those heart beats, when I came hurt. My letters, they never threw away. Their magnificence, and my bag of sins. A false remorse every single minute of the day. Have I drowned in my own forever. Or is this realisation a guide for the lost? It’s never too late to ask for clemency. Certainly not late to fulfil the unrequited love. Forgive me for all I have done. Let no one in this world have unrequited love.