At Long Last

At long last

My life is shaping up

I am again my own version

Need no more embellishment

As I can distinctly hear murmurs of core

At the far east

The skyline is imbued with a rich hue

The sun is invoked to step out from nestle

The universe gets charged with eloquence

Like a fitness enthusiast

Quaintly shapes up after the languor

One more day of hope ensues

Strands of belief go deep in the soil

To generate a green revolution

Parched stretches will smile one more time

Quench the thirst of the contours

Fill body mind soul with the scent of petrichor.