The Thirsty Throat

My glaring eyes sneak a look at The clear spring waters In the water jug (karuwa) – The pure appearance of my face Reflected like in the mirror Strike against the inner surfaces Split into bits and pieces With dispersal of rainbow, refracts The reality in my known face – Shattered lives of my whole life. Those bits and pieces of my living Soldered together in rhymes Frozen my poems into iceberg Stand up firmly like snowy peak Clear and transparent in its life The clichéd words melt into water Flow in currents of the river and Rest in the bed of the ocean. The straight waterways from The top of mountain to the ocean bed Condensed from the veins of the nature Passes through stones pebbles, sands and clays Pours to the brim in water jug The pure spring water From the mouth of the water jug Like the cool waterfall falls to My thirsting throat. *