Upasana Banerjee Poet Rhyme

Effervescence

People would argue a new life comes to light,
With a bubble about to burst at its height.
A baby on the verge of its first cry,
A bird about to take the first fly,
A clock waiting to strike twelve,
A book about to come out of the shelf.
A lion about to leap on his prey,
A storm brewing in the cloudy grey,
An early hour on the cusp of dawn,
The stretch of lips just before a yawn.
Many would say the effervescence of life,
Is when one comes out of its long dormant night.
Vivacious in its will to live and see,
The many wonders like a petulant plea.

I, on the other hand, would beg to differ,
Not by much, not much of a revelation bigger.
The froth must go out at its height,
As others so eloquently put with their might.
But it's the one last spark before they lie to rest,
One last hurrah to have lived, loved and expressed.
It expands with its last full breath of world-lust,
Before sinking into oblivion and returning to dust.

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