The dribble 

The  saline entered his vein, drop by drop.                                                As the bottle hung down from a rod,                                                            so did his life from a string of hope. 

He remembered , how the lone, small tap in his village,                    had given up way too before him,          Now the rare drops quenched only a granule of earth.        

As the tap dried out eventually,            his soul was sucked out from him,       as the water dribbled from a leaf, somewhere, far far away.     

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2 thoughts on “The dribble 

  1. That was a nice poem Purva, made even better by the fact that it completely shows the present condition in India, with heat waves and acute water shortages.

    The part I liked the most was the comparison between the drip connected to the character and the tap back in his village.

    Looking forward to more of your writing. 🙂

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  2. That was a nice poem, Purva, made even better by just how well it shows the present condition in India, with heat waves and acute water shortage.

    The part I liked the most was the comparison between the drip connected to the character and the tap back in his village. Looking forward to more of your writings. 🙂

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