Once a Well that satiated thirst,
Of those around souls alive;
And not a drop of it that lost,
Never paved to nurture contrived.
There’s saying who quenched its longings,
In & through via different
lands;
And the one that made self evoked,
Is where one’s journey began.
Oh! Saline in abundance, can’t be
slurped,
Until went through machines,
heavy toils;
What even with blinded sight,
drank,
Invaluable shouldn’t glued to numbers
or quelled.
A day came when Well, satiated
rusted,
But could not address its
presence or galvanized;
And so went with all whatever
remained,
Until consumed unnoticed in lands
of different size! ☹
©
Pranav Chaturvedi 2020