Old Love Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

Afterwards,
I never felt the old love for you,
That love had died long ago.
Our growing up killed it.
Grown-up
Without it, we find ourselves
More enterprising, indeed
Our love was a needless ploy.
Even our will
Could not change its demanding ways
Of the give and take,
Of longing and belonging,
Of possessing each other and
Of pining for each other when left alone.
Now that we have outgrown such sentiments
And trust each other more,
And enjoy what we do,
Our aims are better defined and achievable.
The very feel is different,
The nights are an open book to us.