Obeisance.

It's never the final bow.

Crimson portiere blinds your already blurred vision
Your chests still heaving from the premonition

Tired feet threaten into complete submission
As they unload on you a life’s worth of ammunition

Yes the cosmos may render to seem ethereal
As a celestial aura guides you to a stead not ideal

Your last time on this platform has been surreal
But darling take a breath this time the end's real

Isn't vicissitude always a thoroughly delightful hike? 
Don’t fret, the sparks gone from your eyes, not your psyche!

You’re still a wanderer amongst these foreign trajectories
Body still calloused from working on earth’s factory

Farewell is strenuous it doesn't come benignly,
But spread your wings, take off, you're rendered completely 

You've still another zodiac to see, a hazy brume on which you'd float
Only this songs bid vale love, the music hasn't hit its final note.

Reviews

[Wall Hermitt]

This is outstanding work Sneha! The wording in this piece constructs, with the metaphors and imagery it conveys, a magnificent piece of poetry appealing to the reader. Amazing. Thanks for the share.

W.H.

[Sneha]

Your words are too kind! Thank you so much :)