Empty Pots
written by: Dr. Molly Joseph
they flash
and float
in the flux
the medley
of life…
faces, voices
engrossed in
their own
worlds
a passing
smile,
a word
or if lucky
you get
the glint of
recognition
igniting
a kind of
bonding…
transient
greetings,
guffaws,
gossips..
soon
the ebb
is gone…
which face
recognises
you as you?
your paltry
self
filled with
forebodings
your thoughts,
your feelings,
your essential
self that
seeks a plane
of understanding
transparent
tender, caring…
a reader
who delves
deep through
you
fathoming
depths…
making you
the text
to decode…
who has time?
can you
do it for
your friend?
your thumb
reverts back
at you…
Yes, we pass aside
brushing over
things,
water falling
splashing over
tumbled,
empty pots
that await
filling up
in vain…
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