The End

Cold evening under the tree on the hill
Together they sat brooking the wind's chill
Moon shied away behind the dark cloud
Never to fall apart, they had vowed


For one last time, she lay in his arms 
Memories from past, those magical charms
Days so beautiful, had come to an end
They will survive, but to live, they'll fend

Strange at times, are the ways of the Lord
He was all set to separate, sea from the fjord
Past engulfed him as he asked God 'Why?'
A tear flowed from his, and fell into her eye


This life was done with, it was the end of time
But she held his hand, him another lifetime 


- Deepak Karamungikar