Is it fair?

Why do you live

In the center of my heart

Without me knowing it?

Why do you sit 

there quietly, patiently

Suffering without me

Ever knowing it?

Why, is it fair

That I hardly care?

And you go on

Loving and caring?

Why is it that

Even when I know

You are there, it 

doesn't make me 

wince with pain.

I carry on shamelessly

Indifferent, glancing

At you once in a while.

Is it fair?

You will smile

And say the bitter

Drink of worldly affairs

Is your own brew.

Enjoy it till it lasts.

But I say, why are there

No excuses

Even lame or otherwise from my side.

Why is it that you sit there

Waiting for aeons

And I never even blink

A little, to see you sitting there in such grace.

A well wisher surely wakes you up!

Why is it that I never listen?

Even when I do 

I pretend I don't.

The noise of my mind is

A happy clutter.

Why is it that

I don't grow tired?

Of going

 round and round

In circles.

Is it fair,

To love so

Unselfishly

So one sidedly?