CONFESSION OF LOVE

—A Doctor’s Last words

My love, if fate must draw its line,
Let these last words forever shine.
Not ink, but heart in verses bleeds—
A soul that answered others’ needs.

It started soft—a distant sigh,
 A shadow drifting through the sky.
 In twenty-nineteen’s quiet breath,
 Crept in the scent of silent death.

By March, the winds began to moan,
 And I stood masked, but not alone.
 India wept in stillness deep,
 As cities curled in restless sleep.

The world stood still, and time grew thin,
Grief soaked through every street and skin.
Shutters closed where joy once played,
Our favorite cafés were swept away.

I missed the way your fingers curled
Around my hand, our little world.
The scent of chai, your morning smile—
All paused beneath this cruel exile.

Screens replaced the classroom’s song,
And children asked, “What did we do wrong?”
Jobs dissolved like morning mist,
Yet through it all, your name I kissed.

You begged me once, with tearful grace,
“Choose love, not war—stay in this place.”
But how could I, when cries grew loud,
And sorrow wrapped the world in a shroud?

I saw the light fade from their eyes,
 The dying trapped beneath the skies.
 I held their hands when none would dare,
 And whispered hope into the air.

A soldier not with sword or gun,
 But gloves and gowns, beneath the sun.
 I stitched the wounds, I bore the weight,
 While dreaming of our shared fate.

Your memory wrapped around my chest,
 A heartbeat pounding in my vest.
 Each time I fell, I rose anew,
 With strength drawn from the thought of you.

And now, my love, the hour draws near,
 My breath is thin, my path is clear.
 But if I fall, don’t let love die—
 Just whisper it beneath the sky.

For every soul who gave their all,
 Who answered duty’s sacred call,
 Remember them in dawn’s first light—
 Not as lost, but burning bright.

The third wave knocks, the battle roars,
 But now my heart forever soars.
 For even death cannot undo
 The sacred thread that binds me to you.

So read this not with mourning eyes,
 But lift your gaze unto the skies.
 For where you stand, I’ll always be—
 In every breath, in every plea.

Farewell, my love—but not goodbye,
Our hearts still dance beneath the sky.
And through the storm, love finds its form— 
A tale that braved the silent storm.