A singer of repute,
One of the shining stars of the musical world
Left all baffled.
It was a crowded, suffocating concert that turned out to be the ladder to his doom.
Work and commitment no doubt for him were worship.
Since he was paid for the performance,
Till last his sweet rendition was flowing out to cheer the masses.
The masses which hadn't even the slightest of idea that the constantly flowing sweat down their favorite star's temples wasn't natural.
The star that gestured towards the tough weather condition wiping sweat beads was soon helped out but alas! It was too late,
Death guards were waiting for him at the gates.
With constant headache and bone chilling throbbing in my head after two consecutive sleepless nights,
I concealed my plight from all until l found a few friends of mine with whom l can easily share my pain,
l got geared up for my day's tasks.
One after the other there were so many things to do which were piled up.
Trying hard to smile after a couple of hours l realized that my blood pressure was may be shooting up and if l were not to have a glass of elixir for life, a chill glass of water l may become in my acquaintance the next headline about being victim of suffocation just for the sake of a glass of water.
Time was less since there was no break for another hour or so,
I rushed to the place that was one time for us full of resources.
I searched around but the cherished water was no where around.
Since, last few weeks l had made it a point
To carry a water bottle whenever l stepped out of my heaven, my sweet home where l am the one and only queen.
I soon realized my bottle was empty as its content was already shared with friends.
As it's not gold that should be hidden,
It's a blessing that must be shared with everyone who is thirsty.
Exactly that's what l every day did.
There was no time to rush to the water point
Still l dared and grabbed the mocking bottle from its neck.
But, it jeered as refilling it was a cumbersome task.
Before me there was a long queue of our would be future generation,
Waiting for its turn to satiate its thirst.
Time was running out l had to be back at my place,
With empty bottle dangling in my shivering hands,
I did what was expected,
Smiled at my best, looked as cheerful as l could.
At that point l sneaked a moment out and looked towards the skies pondering why the Maker of the world didn't choose me to be a ship of the desert.
If l had been a camel l would have easily survived,
But in this life it's not going to happen may be till l become the next headline.
I wanted to scream,
I wanted to yell,
But when l carefully observed around l wasn't the only one who was on toes,
All were running mechanically accomplishing their tasks and at times reaching towards the corner where at one time there used to be no dearth of water.
In my forties in no way am l going to gain any strength.
My bones have begun to rattle and l am aware that the deterioration that has set in with age has no reverse wheel,
And for this constant struggle for survival,
There is just little strength left in my weakening heels.
I just pray to the Great Lord to never let anyone suffer for a few drops of water.
Excellent poem
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ReplyDeleteHeart touching...Grief very well expressed
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