A leaky pail of water
Venturing into this desert of life!
Slowly and steadily I keep dripping!
Not knowing my final destination!
Knowing only my empty destiny
No water shall reach its home!
And all pails shall ultimately run dry!
Why is it still; I selfishly try to
hoard water?
If only!
If only I could stop and share!
Let the thirsty souls drink!
And rejuvenate the dying!
Will not my pail be lighter?
Will not many ephemeral lives be
brighter?
When the water runs dry and my pail
is empty
Tell me! Oh Foolish mind
How will ‘I” alone leave a trace?
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