The Last Conversation Poem by abhimanyu kumar.s

I was very clear,
And begged her to hear.
Few terms and conditions were laid,
Having no tears or emotion's trade.

She was fine after her dine,
I was precise and started at nine.
With love and respect for Woman,
I allowed her to make her sermon.

Questions were so clear and difficult,
Her answers were specific and precedent.
She was with full of life,
Hoping to live but not as wife.

Her dreams were so possible,
And nothing she said was impossible.
I was listening every word carefully,
Without interrupting or questioning.

It was my turn very soon,
And had to speak very soon.
I didn't touch my profession,
But spoke personal on succession.

I told her about my future,
With no if's and but's torture.
I said, she would remain the definition,
For my love and likely poetry's imagination.

I did say again about my intention,
That it was love and not overnight sensation.
I tried convincing her faith and means,
But failed in my words and phonemes.

She was too adamant and bold,
I being helpless and sold.
She surpassed me in all corners,
I was left with no her and no answers.

The conversation was too lengthy,
With half answers and love proxy.
We had spoke a lot before,
But never to this core.

She remained silent,
She reminded the time,
And she reminded only time.

I understood her sign,
Picked my watch for the time,
It said nearly eleven.
And yes I must remain one and never even.
I said thank you and said good night.


Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 06/03/2019