A Water Fountain
I have given birth to this baby from the 26th of the april to the 28th.. The credit for the title goes to Amishi.
A Water Fountain....
There she stands, so serene, so befuddled
Sometimes in the arms of purity, thrown.
Sometimes isolated, sometimes huddled.
At times surrounded, but mostly alone.
She attracts all those who are thirsty,
for water, spirit or truth,
and never does one soul remain murky,
for she quenches from head to foot.
She has a story to tell,
She's no ordinary stimuli,
She's an archive, a distinct smell
of man's life, unwise and holy.
She stands on the literal 'royal' garden,
created by a sweet, honest endeavour.
On her shoulders she carries a burden
of man's sins, deeds and flavours.
For the people who are seeking solace,
She tells that it hasn't changed from
the times there were kings; the grace,
the beauty, the faith, the consortium.
Indeed, for those who can accept life,
she has a very different version to speak,
Yes it hasn't changed: The same strife,
the diplomacy, the beaurocracy, the slink.
There is a plethora to learn from her.
How not to desire, how to give.
How to distribute love, how to nurture.
How to flow through life, and how to live.
A Water Fountain....
There she stands, so serene, so befuddled
Sometimes in the arms of purity, thrown.
Sometimes isolated, sometimes huddled.
At times surrounded, but mostly alone.
She attracts all those who are thirsty,
for water, spirit or truth,
and never does one soul remain murky,
for she quenches from head to foot.
She has a story to tell,
She's no ordinary stimuli,
She's an archive, a distinct smell
of man's life, unwise and holy.
She stands on the literal 'royal' garden,
created by a sweet, honest endeavour.
On her shoulders she carries a burden
of man's sins, deeds and flavours.
For the people who are seeking solace,
She tells that it hasn't changed from
the times there were kings; the grace,
the beauty, the faith, the consortium.
Indeed, for those who can accept life,
she has a very different version to speak,
Yes it hasn't changed: The same strife,
the diplomacy, the beaurocracy, the slink.
There is a plethora to learn from her.
How not to desire, how to give.
How to distribute love, how to nurture.
How to flow through life, and how to live.
posted by The Junkie at
12:56 PM
4 Comments:
I almost thought of writing how such a piece went unnoticed, but then realized you had similar comments for others :P. So better late than never... :)
Btw, awesome work!! Kuch specific fundae hote hain kya for writing better. I only keep getting more and more pathetic with my poems :P.
Like I said earlier, I shall ignore your statement about you poems being pathetic and make it a point to read them instead. Thanks for the compliments but I have always believed that how "good" or "bad" anything is depends very much on the person judging and on the mental state of that person!!
rite :) (partially though :P)
This is beautiful. L
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