Love Never Dies

Clear all the foliage on the path, 

He forgets where I rest.

He walks on familiar roads, 

The ones marked with my address.

You cover it with dried leaves, 

Dried memories and drowned hope.

Don't blame him, if he can't trace,

Path leading to my dusty abode.

Once a year he comes soaked in tears, 

Blaming me, cursing for I betrayed.

Renders the same soliloquy, 

Same for the last one decade.

It's October again, 

He will rub off layers of dust.

Whisper few memories on the grave of lady, 

He once dearly loved.

Eons from now, we shall be again, 

Same couple with starry eyes.

I am dead, he will die, 

But love, love never dies.

The lump in his throat, his heavy heart, 

My stony grave moans for him.

Of all the seasons, he must now get, 

His share of spring.

Till then, clear all the foliage,

He forgets where I rest.

He walks where we spent our evenings, 

The one with my last address.