like the pink sun rising
the beginning was very kind,
and pleased every one's mind.
a fine start, ensuring
that things are half done
(yet the other half is worrying)
            the irony is this,
the moment it was begun,
the beginning itself has become
insignificant.
the lone thought
took possession then
of everyone
was the concern about ending
or rather,
the worry, how it would all  end.
the short lived euphoria of beginning
gave way to the angst
regarding the end.
the sun  then, goes in to an eclipse.

the end was
just the opposite, rightly so,
of the beginning.
it was  imminent too.
no beginning could stand
without the inevitable end.
-it could be extended, may be,
just a little.

the end was very rude
only fair, counting the kind beginning;
it could only be that
--and the cycle continues....