Ending things

 

 I’m thinking of ending it

With the twilight sky

With the inevitable darkness

Sunrays caressing us

Bidding us a farewell.

It is a beautiful notion

Ending things with the setting sun

Reminiscing the nostalgia

Of the hearth calling

Of our blazing glory

Of the very first morning

Fresh and tender, waiting to bloom.

A sun that shall rise again

The youth never-ending

The careless mornings shall return

Lest we forget our noon.

- Abhinav Sardesai