A bird from the nest watching tides,
Every morning every night;
Could not fathom where it commence,
In counting countless days & sights.
One morning found a golden bucket,
Near the shore, buried concealed;
Thought it can reign over waves,
By draining the ocean into this shape.
Early morning to late in eve, day each,
Plenished bucket; emptied where it can reach;
Seasons passed so filled grounds & roads,
Alas, not with salted water in due course!
The Bird spent life in quest to show all,
That it can be larger than oceans seas;
Alas, neither drained it nor quiescent,
The curtains fell afore bird in retreat!😇
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021