The last word

On this morning; fresh and bright

Let’s pull a story to say

It drowned in river of time

But fragrance of remembrances never faded away

It is a love story, yet not like others

It is a true story, yet not like others

It has tears, it has smiles

It has then in between

The distance of miles

Yet it has warmth and care; emotions and respect

And many unsaid pearls of moments

They never were passed in threads of words; never got a prospect

Time departed them; still confessions were never made

In heart, boy had storms, but never even a word was said

He was alone; facing his inner storm

Girl was never told; she already has gone

And then he thought to write the last page of this saga

To wish his inspiration; to admire her

He then penned a message putting his heart into it

Yet managed to not disclose the feelings; keeping the secret

He waited for girl’s reply, with a feeling that it would never come

And in that silence he got his answer; he was sad, he was numb

But something strange happened after a long time

He got her reply; asking more to explain, what meant in his rhyme

And now boy was numb again; holding pen,

Yet don't know how to write his heart out; the true feelings; this has never occurred

He knows for sure this would be the last conversation;

And thus trying to carve in most beautiful way, the last word…..