At thirteen, I fell in love
A senior student leader became my dove
He had no time for my silent prayer
His first love was politics, that he held dear
But, I had the high and lows of my heart to share
One day, I wore flowers after plaiting my hair
Blushed purple…tinting my face here and there
The sky darkened, when at last, he looked at me
‘Come, I’ll take you home,’ he said and rose to leave
Walking with a stoop, suddenly he held my hands;
Puzzled by his conduct, I lost a beat…hiccuped, oh, my!
I thought, love had overwhelmed both of us
But all he said was… I should understand
Engels and Karl Marx in full spirit and mind
Cruel destiny…brought the edifice down
I rushed back home, completely torn
I cried out… I was sadly forlorn
I deleted all journals to welcome a new morn
Love disappeared like a gurgling stream
…….after all, moments were right out of dreams 😀
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2013/08/verse-first-i-cried-out-welcome-to.html
I wrote this ridiculous poem a couple of years back, and it seems to fit well with what Kim is asking for…
Peach oleander... 
I think we can all identify with this poem of unrequited love. I guess it prepares us for the real thing.
Interesting, Panchali. I think this shows that sometimes the exterior package isn’t always what it seems to be. And sometimes something like political viewpoint can squelch what had been a ‘blooming love.’ But yet how disappointing indeed.
Never a better tale of unrequited love. Not silly at all! Glad you shared.
Oh I remember being thirteen. You took me back!!! So well done.
p.s. your dogs are so beautiful on your sidebar. Sigh.
Unrequited love is painful indeed, no one can warn you of the dangerous waters of adolescent love. One must experience the abyss firsthand. Well written:)
teen age love is made of sadness and dream …..well expressed.
For a moment there you took me back in time when I was 13 when puppy love blossomed and those moments are still in my dreams. Nice Panchali even though your poem had a touch of sadness.