DRINKING FROM DIFFERENT WELLS
Unending flow of
divine streams;
The pull is strong, temptations
hard,
A thirsty traveler
wild I run
From one shore to
the other.
Helicon sweet and Ganges
pure,
As a camel I begin
to suck
To fill my bag for
seasons sour;
Emptying and filling
never to cease,
The process
perchance, till the grave.
Thou smilest in
secret scorn,
Knowing well my
varied strands;
Allowing the games
to the post,
And waiting for the
final plunge
To cross the Styx
and swim ashore.
Dr. Karickam
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