Last Love Poem by abhimanyu kumar.s

For it took its birth,
From ashes and not mirth.
The form and content stood,
The purest form I understood.

For it came into me,
When my emotions were dead you see.
The care was a cure,
With no ill intent for sure.

For it ran into my nerves and blood,
The sheer love with no tears shed.
The time was dedicated on every stroke,
And the dead love in me instantly woke.

For now it is no longer the same,
But thankfully I am experienced in this game.
The care, love, emotions and time,
Are no longer seen as prime.

For it is the last, even when lost,
Never again at any cost.
No regrets on my present or past,
For it is the last, let it last.

Dedicated to that last which is going to last forever.

Dated: 14/02/2025
Thala