THE LAST SIP

In the poem, the persona celebrates an academic achievement.

    At last, here trails the very last sip

Wits into an evoke; the ending edifying stuff gets seep’

    Mouthful of shrewdness coming before persistence

Much like acumen heralds avid praxis

    This taming gurgle on the nerve, from a well deserved toil;

Finally drudges the crestfallen swank to a foil.

                     

   During the outset, when it all begun

Unforeseeing was a soul it could be done

    However, committed to loiter was the solitary time to tell

While fortitude at last fruited bullion to avert a dejected fail

    And startlingly, the hasty to stay in was the resolve to achieve;

Much like endurance was quick to charge at those who dared disbelieve.

 

   No wonder, here finally the last sip comes

Thrumming like daybreak beating of the customary drams

    A sturdy thud that sends swarms of finches fleeing in directions;

A lot like tyranny begets exile by plain tutored declarations.

    Hence, as the sip gets sucked out from the goblet of the edifying stuff

I do so with much pride and least tint of bluff.