Water

I found water quenching thirst My garden, fertile once again Like the one in my custodians The dream of thousand flowers Promising a turn for reality But watered I more than the need Denying the true requirements of time Flooding my garden to rot its roots The very existence of life and growth Turning again my garden into waste land Like the masked word scattered Dispersed from the barren land I too a hypocrite in universal context Like the king drowned in trenches Voice of an unaccomplished soul