He brimmed with it, to give, but none to receive,
Would it rot with time or dissolve into the void,
Or lose its essence, its bittersweet savor,
Would passion remain, unspoiled till the end?
Never tasted the nectar himself,
Yet his anxious soul found reasons,
Yearning to love, but love had no vessel,
A passion so fierce, could any bear its weight?
His fate was solitude, his love destined to decay.
By Utkarsh Yadav