My Book

My book has reached its last leaf.
It could feel end’s whiff.
I want to end well.
As, all is well that ends well.
Every beginning has an end.
This has been universe’s trend.
My book is no exception.
I started with that conception.
The book deals with all emotions.
All the expressions are in various proportions.
First few chapters are fun’s fill.
Following ones are mild and dull.
Middle pages have lots of ambivalence;
Later leaves log on to turbulence.
Concluding chapters emit triumph’s fragrance.
They vividly emblazon its emergence.
Pleasantness and roughness is taken by same level of tolerance.
This is the major component in conclusion’s essence.
Now, I am on the last leaf.
Contented, I breathe a sigh of relief.