The Twilight

Lifting spirits before the rise,

clenching fists

punching in the air

pushing that virtually dead zeal to live, 

to life.

Lifting spirits along the rise,

joining feet

jogging on the floor

thrashing that almost dead vigor to live, 

to life.

Lifting spirits through the risen,

gathering strength

jostling all day

overcoming that feared dead soul to live,

to life.

Not lifting, but picking up scattered 

pieces of –

fallen spirits,

unrated talent,

killed confidence,

thrashed belief,

and a failing heart 

warrior loses day’s battle.

A hopeless glimpse at 

The Twilight – 

with stretched lifted arms

fosters a hope of another

bright successful day,

tomorrow.

Note: Photo credits to my older brother - Mangeshanand Sastikar aka Anand Sastikar.