Hues of Joy

A

Lather

Soft as dew,

Descended slow

In my heart, so deep

To glide past crevices -

Sublime, sheer effervescence.

A joy so rich, luscious and rare,

Leaves you panting, prodding for more

For joy is a dream!- such vibrant and true.

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P.S :- This poem has been written in a form of poetry called 'Ethere', where each line contains as much number of syllables as the number of the line.

Pause

There comes a day, as the body's work cycle makes a complete circle, when you start having that irksome feeling of drive draining from your body. And by drive here I mean the command of your inner diligent self that inspires you to put forward your best effort in whatever you do.