counterpoise is trying
to serve the time
water reflects all the fatigue of
time
you can lift it, if you wish
bending your back,
like a devotee in front
of a brutal lord
you pray that some body will listen to your woes
but today the flow
will not be tamed
lest their indifference
gets named
and then comes around
a windmill from far
filling a cup
filled with soup of love
the east to west
wind blows
but why do we still
not close the doors
through which enter
the hatred and distaste
sapping all the vapours
of assimilation and brotherhood