Unrequited Feelings

Unrequited feelings are like digging into mutton biryani minus the pieces,

Your heart will always be in teeny-tiny pieces,

Will you ever get a piece or not,

Your mind is always in knots,

Dump that biryani before further damage to the soul,

As it is you have deep gaping holes,

You've somewhat managed to fill them,

Now why search for non-existent stems,

You marinated the mutton enough,

It still wants to be cold and tough,

Let that biryani go,

Perhaps it wants to be eaten by other crows.