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The Beginning Of An End

Noted Nest

Updated: Oct 5, 2024

By Divya Devarajan



It is in the quietest of the moments,

that the moon shines the brightest;

and spreads it's ravishing light all around the place.

The night glides in its silent extant,

wraping the surrounding with peaceful eeriness.


In it's stillness, the sound of air swishing around is heard distinctly,

and the movement of leaves brings a tranquility deep inside.

As time goes on, the clouds rushes in flocks,

giving the sky a turmoil of transitions;

as night falls into the hands of the day.


The moon starts fading behind the huge clouds,

without turning or saying goodbye.

The birds start chirping and watching from trees,

as though something is due to unfold.

And time stands still with clouds dancing,

merging and slaying each other in it's way.


Then at the end of it all, an orange flicker starts burning.

Colouring the sky in a marvellous shade of saffron,

making it all the more picturesque.

There it comes!..The sun in its grace,

spreading its aura as it peeps out of a cloud.


The new born sun is all red and glowing,

and like a child it shies to make a way.

Little by little, it rises above..taking its majestic path of fire.

And as it reaches out completely,

the initial shyness long and far gone;

It's light engulfs the whole world at once,

and even a dew drop takes in it's warmth.


Thus one day so poignant comes to a close,

and a new day bursts into life holding new hopes.

You realise that it is just not a routine,

something much of a miracle instead.

Take time out to enjoy this ecstasy,

and drink in the moment that we take for granted

Then you'll know that it's nothing but true,

miracle do happen..every single day!!.


By Divya Devarajan



 
 
 

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