She thought she'd confess on his birthday
That his unbounded love isn't one-sided
She too felt the same, only that she remained silent
He never whined though, only his eyes conveyed
Asked her for once, but she wasn't ready to be swayed
Now her cheeks were painted with twin canals of rains
She whispered with a bunch of orchid, "I love you my friend"
He didn't reply, he couldn't, only the tulips on his grave tilted their heads
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