He reads not the meaning in my words,
Nor does he care to interpret my silence,
He is not charmed by my smiles,
Nor is he moved by my tears,
Nor even thrilled at my round of applause!
Muted he is to my feelings for him,
A deaf year he turns to my heart beats for him,
A blind eye he turns to my love for him,
Sigh, seldom does he realise,
That I am blind in his love,
How long do I need to wait?
For him to turn towards me,
How long do I cling on the faith,
That someday he will understand me,
How long do I need to protect this belief?
That someday he will be mine?