Once asked, to a diver, who,
Touched bottom of the sea,
What it saw therein, beneath?
A treasure or map or living tree?
Out of diver's captured experiences,
In the roll what’s projected on walls;
Skipped, until basal became conspicuous,
At such beneath too, ‘emptiness!’, diver called.
The diver didn't see tranquility of sea,
Nor creatures enduring the finest depth;
Rather chose to define as desolated melancholy,
And said, floating above who, have more strength!
In search of void, discovered void,
As it’s for the diver, how the World meets.
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2022