Thursday, March 01, 2007

Cup Of Life

If not in your hands
Who holds your cup of life?
Someday soul begins the quest
With all the strength needed for the test.

There is so much thirst
That needs to be quenched
And every cell waits
To breathe and rejuvenate.

As my eyes beheld the cup
Filling my own drink to the brim
I looked down to see my reflection
Smiling back with no deflection.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good work.

Rajavel said...

You, I guess I am wasting my time trying to "figure" out what you are trying to "convey" and all ! I just read it as a time pass fun cheerful poem - and lo behold .. it is ... ! good one ! Wish you your cup of life runneth over !

Vidhya said...

Finally you got that.