Yet he was a man

               Yet he was a man

There was a lady who loved a man

Very same man who led two lives

The exterior she took to be true

The other she had to discover.

Day after day she strove hard

Doing things unknown till then

To get a word of appreciation

Even a glance would have made her day.

But all her efforts were in vain

He neither criticized nor acknowledged

She hoped to see him change

Without aware ,it's easier to see a white crow.

Years rolled by, he remained the same

She bettered all for him

Applauds from many came her way

Still he had no words for her.

Yet he was a man

The tribe who lavish praises on their beloveds

For her alone ,he has no such frivolous attitude 

Always the self ,the steel exterior. 

 

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Such is the painful angst and sorrow of unrequited love 😔

Though, many suffer from this anomaly of un-sated desires and hopeful wishes, few possess the skills to express it so openly and vividly as you have here, Dear Poetess. Poetically, I admire your voice and manner in which you've displayed this work in Free verse Quatrain form, with such depth of emotion and feeling one cannot help but be pulled into you, into your moments of passionate hunger to be recognized and loved.
I have no way of knowing if this is fact or fiction, but one thing is for certain … you definitely know about feelings and how to express them.
Love the softness of blue, too.

Excellent poeting, Fine Lady-Poet … KUDOS for the heart-touch! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[prema]

Thank you Richard for reviewing this old poem of mine. The "Man" in the poem is none other than my husband .His indifference towards me helped indirectly to improve myself as a better person.
I always wanted to impress him but found in vain.
Once again thank you for taking time to rate me high.