It 
is a fulfillment
a task completed
will not say with perfection
with a satisfaction.
It is a contentment
tranquil and quiet
could not call it an exuberance
but a reference.
Life moves on though
with success intangible
while success and failure turn immaterial
sustenance undergoes a trial.
The start and the end are ambiguous
the middle is constrained between both
evolves a strategical maturity
exposing a selective ingenuity.
Meenas Poems 