He breathed his last under Krishnachura's will,
Cold fingers clutched, echoes held still.
Each petal fell like a blossom from above,
Carrying a weight, heavy with love.
Time moved slow around his chest,
A heart that waited, yet never at rest.
Her memories danced in the fading light,
Shadows of patience through endless night.
Where they first met, empty and bare,
He imagined her laughter drifting in air.
Promises carved in dreams, never to fade,
A vow to fulfil beneath the flaming red.
His eyes once bright with hope and desire,
Her touch ignited his soul with fire.
"I'll wait for you," he whispered, sincere,
Read it in reverse, where hearts first appear.