I know

I know what it is to love you
And not be able to tell
And see my wishes being blown away
My life turning into a hell.


I know what it is to love you
And never have the courage to speak
Only keep on thinking of you
With your dreams at their peak


I know what it is to love you
And never have enough faith
In myself, to confess my feelings
In case my heart you break.


I know what it is to love you
And keep feeling your absence
Knowing that you have never yet
Even felt my presence.


I know what it is to love you
And wonder whether ever
You would become mine
Or, may be, never.


I know what it is to love
And not be able to see
You enjoying with so many others
While I am in melancholy.


I know what it is to love you
And still not be able to tell
Even after so many bitter memories
My life yet continuing as a hell.
                                                                                                 A Kid's attempt.(written in class 9th.)