The Dry Well

The little drizzle flowed into the well

The water gathered to commune

With thirsty men and women

Everybody knows it wouldn’t last

Even I knew it would not last

But I camped by the well

For days on end quenching thirst

Oblivious of the days I’d go thirsty

But then such kind of thoughts never gather

For in the little drizzle, I confused for abundance

I even became generous, dishing the little to strangers

Way before even my loved ones reached the well

I bragged that the well was my own bounty

For I have stayed longer beside this dry well

Waiting for the little drizzle

And now I am by the dry well, waiting