The bucket on shore

 The bucket on shore

Barren and empty from within

Lost amidst riches of the world

Like a parched bucket on shore

That collects pockets of hissing breeze

And full of frivolous tales of emptiness. 

The times when I was tossed in waves

And rode the marine gallops of time

Held his frothy and white reigns 

Then I fell from the turquoise saddle 

Gasped for my reckless breath 

Now I await barren to the drop

On a moistened shore 

That erupts only if you dig a finger

My walls are dried up to the bottom.

Someone had sometime carried me 

Within the buoyant waves 

To lift a weightless mass of life .

2043

19.08 hrs

Rajkot

25.1.23