After-glow

Read,

Re-read,

Got elated.

A whisper within :

"Hurrah, a masterpiece!"

Perceived the smile

From the pages of some prestigious magazine

But, as usual the fate was not different.

Inside the untouched folds

And under the weight

Of scribbled sheets dumped

In the dust- bin

In front of the publisher’s house

My script heaved.

Still I wish

(Whose frontiers are beyond the horizon)

That some day my poems

Will be attired in printer’s link.

Wonder struck readers will exclaim:

Who is the poet?

A twinkle singular,

A throbbing brilliance in the galaxy;

But the star is dead already.

(Image: Afterglow over Devgadh Baria town in Gujarat.Source: Wikimedia)