when purpose is all that remains
fellow travellers leave one by one
all in search of grapes of garnished hopes
but now when the roots have dried
the river does not fill the wells any more
it has changed its course
get used to live without shade
may be the pursuit of purpose warrants
sojourns in silent shadows of
unmet desires
of those who wanted to lend their hands
but then had to withdraw
will there be thaw