As Base-less As Base-less Utensils

Penned By B D Narayankar

The pitcher which I dip to draw water
from the lake to nourish plants
has no base
No wonder then,
the plants wilt

The mug with which I bathe
sitting on the shores of Cauvery
too has no base
No wonder then, the body stinks

The vessel with which  I draw water from the well
to fill other utensils
has also no base
No wonder then, all containers remain thirsty

Base-less is my life
without you
No wonder then my life wilts,
stinks and ... thirsty
without you!

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