Dying embers


Usually every journey

Has a beginning and an end too

Many are the times

When we embark on safaris

With so much joy

Filled with a whole lot of promise

Of unimaginable pleasure and beauty

And true to how you perceived it

At the start it’s so sweet, enjoyable

And you’re like, ooh

Am in for a ride

But the real problem here comes

When it finally hits you

Dawning on you like broad daylight

As you realize that

What you once had was short-lived

Hence you need to cut short your expedition

It’s at this stage, that you feel empty

Similar to a man stripped naked

On an early winter morning

Deprived off the mutual feeling

That you profoundly once harbored

When it all began.



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