Afterglow
Dancing beneath the celestial tapestry,
Each tender touch and warm embrace ignites her joy,
A radiant warmth lingers like the twilight’s kiss,
As love deepens, weaving threads of passion ever tighter.
It echoes the canvas of a setting sun,
Where the horizon bleeds into a symphony of colors,
Yet shadows loom, seeking to veil this glowing warmth,
But it endures, shimmering in the gaze of distant stars.
Occasionally, the world acknowledges my toil,
As a young dreamer, my father’s pride wraps around me like a cloak,
In the realm of labor, accolades bloom like spring flowers,
Filling me with a fleeting warmth, as time momentarily halts.
In this fleeting existence, permanence is a myth,
The sky surrenders its glow to the encroaching night,
Romance fades into the quiet of slumber,
And the warmth of achievement dissipates at the boss’s inquiry, “How is your work progressing?”
Copyright © Jay Narain | Year Posted 2025
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