Do you see the water,
Cupping in my hands?
And do you see my tears,
Trickling steadily?
That the water roared and rumbled
And made a great gurgling sound
And the pipe trembled and burst
Spilling water all around
And gently it cascaded
And steadily it cascaded
And gravely it cascaded
Nonchalantly it cascaded
To the nonchalance
Of hundreds of men
Blind with tears
And sticky with sweat
Who never got a drop
Of cascading water
A beautiful poem, kind of sad, as those who needed the water the most are nonchalant to its existence.
Great work.
Thank you for your kind words and much desired motivation. I was inspired by the water constantly dripping from the pipe on my building and inspite of everything, we succeeded at nothing but excuses.
I find this poem one that leaves a mark in a person’s heart which they then carry with them for a long time. Good work.
Thanks a lot.
I can feel the sweating pipes on my desperate hands.
Glad it made such an impression!