Water is a five letter word,
Which owns the four letter word called life;
Water, life and death were playmates once,
With water forming the unstable bridge between the other two;
Death would always win, though, by hook or by crook-
Once death tricked water to befriend arsenic,
A deadly amalgamation, literally;
The result was that life lost, not just once,
Or twice, but hundreds and thousands of times over;
Water cried, till its tears formed an ocean-
It cried till it could cry no more…
Death rejoiced, welcomed the tormented spirits,
With arms wide open;
Life fretted, cussed death-
But soon forgot as new people replaced the dead.
Death was never bereft of tricks; tricked life again,
Into befriending drought;
The drought nullified water, sending it to fiery hell and beyond,
Killing again, killing mercilessly;
‘Death’ was certain, sometimes directly, sometimes as a consequence-
Rain and drought could never be together, everybody knew their differences,
Water could never withstand death, but it had nothing to do;
After all, death too, was his fellow comrade,
Farmers hung by the noose, salivating foam;
The earth is cracked in many odd places, the watery soul escaping-
The aqueous demarcation between life and death slowly evaporating…
Teachers repeating the age old fact-
“Repeat after me, the earth is more than seventy percent water,
So are our bodies…”
The problem is that, water is omnipresent, water is everywhere-
It sees things that cannot be unseen,
It experiences things that no one should ever feel;
Water is a five letter word,
Which is owned by another five letter word,
Death.
Art by- Satyaki Sarkar
Biswa Writes 