Poem: Remorseless

This could be the last poem in the Ten Thousand Pages Poetry collection. I wrote this because I ended up in the same room as thirty years ago when it all started. This should be the logical end. But what began then, is still lit, I am remorseless.

Poem: Remorseless

It came back today
Like a rolling thunder
The same situation —
Ten thousand days ago
The sibling laughs
He knows —
And utters the magic word.
Her name.
But he also does not know
The candle still burns
In the corners of my heart
Dim, yet remorseless
I melt like a summer ice cream
Under a warm glance
Of my better-half
This love, strong and enduring
But that love — my first love
Still burns, remorseless
Almost eternal
Because this is the last verse
Of the ten thousand pages.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2024