The Unrequited Love: This Is A Poem By Sudha Mukhopadhyay

The Unrequited Love

By Sudha Mukhopadhyay, WFY Bureau | Art & Culture | The WFY Magazine, February, 2026, Edition

There was this small, happy family of just three,
Husband, wife and their doting daughter Rani,
They lived in a huge villa that had a big old tree,
It had fruits, shade, nests and birds all aplenty.

Once came a young lad looking for a room,
He was a bachelor yet to become a groom,
The mother took interest in this honeybloom,
With instant plans to make Rani and him bloom.

The father just had no farsightedness in this,
He dissected the lad, so things don’t go amiss,
He then concluded it wasn’t wise to give a miss,
For opportunities of rent are not to be dismissed.

So came the lad to live in this beautiful big villa,
That’s when he saw Rani adorned in a mantilla,
As a good mathematician he forgot the algebra,
And perforce that night he had to take a tequila.

In the next morn when our Rani and the lad met,
They couldn’t take their eyes off each other yet,
Instant love bloomed and before it was sunset,
They discerned each other’s untold biographette.

Then came the tyrant villain of our love story,
His one-sided love for Rani was quite an allegory,
He now saw the lad and his dame as outlawry,
And decided to see them in total catastrophy.

He told Rani’s dad about her clandestine affair,
That made the dad pronounce they weren’t a pair,
In a fit of rage he pushed her down the stair,
And there she lay bleeding with a constant stare.

Our beloved Rani was now just a single dove,
She could only see her beloved from above,
Her beau knew that his feelings he had to shove,
For that was the beginning of his unrequited love. 

-Sudha Mukhopadhyay