In The End Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Last time I did not wave at you.
The lily of love between you and me
Has weathered away. Petals have gone
Dry one by one and fell to the ground.
Like breathes as we approach death.
Last time I did not stare at you.
As I had done from under the eyelids.
The Moon of fondness between you
And me had gone for hiding behind
Cloud of misunderstandings. There is
No season of rapprochement nearby to
Drag it away. We died an instant death
Like two young butterflies placed on
The hot sands of a simmering desert.