Be the end negative

If I don’t let you know that I love you,
Where is the pleasure of loving you, dear?
If I don’t get your consent to my love,
What is the use of my loving you, dear?
Even then if I pursue my love for you,
It is my faith in time and hope in you.
Even if I go with an empty hand,
I shall be thankful for the time I spent.
A game played would not rob the pleasure
Of playing, though with a negative end.
12.11.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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