Feb 4, 2020

The Empty Well...


I stare all day at the scorching sky
I have shed my last tear
I echo my ache to the passerby
Hoping that he may hear

The nights are dreary dark and dry
Forlorn with shadows grim
I dream of the days long gone by
when water overflowed my brim

Once I was the village star
The maidens thronged my wheel
overheard their tales of love and war
And gossips I can't reveal

Now dried and drained- a life futile
Alone and left to fade
My only guest an odd reptile
that has slithered in for summer shade

Bury me I pray or save me I thirst
I hate this living death
Open I lie with sorrows submersed
A meaningless hole on Earth.

Image from Google

10 comments:

  1. Beautiful image and words. Valerie

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  2. A wonderful poem which fits many situations and not just the forgotten well
    I really enjoyed this one Ashok. It made me think!

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    1. Yes, Julie. Thank you so much

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  3. Nice post and very beautiful poem !!!

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  4. Vey impressive picture and words

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  5. What a sad poem but very well done. I love the accompanying photo - fabulous touch!

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  6. Very profound words to describe this forgotten well. I read your poem several times and am very moved and very impressed.

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  7. Wow! So deep as a well and captivating verses, detailing the reality.

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  8. enjoyed the poem!
    it is indeed sad if there is no water in the well.

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