(An emotional literary creation)
Poem Title: The sad well of the village

That square of the pond
Where yesterday I saw moments of hustle and bustle.

I saw groups of mother and sisters carrying water overflowing
The well which was the garden of life
Now it has become a ruined garden.

Whose thirst was quenched for decades,
It has become a stain on that village.
We never get tired of praising the qualities, of its soft and cool water.

Forget about the people who live in the village,
The animals and birds drink water and rejoice.
Ah! Your unfortunate well
I have seen bad times today.

That square of the pond
Where yesterday I saw moments of hustle and bustle.
I saw groups of mother and sisters carrying water overflowing
The well What a cruel game of time.

The story has turned upside down.
All the youth wasted in the service of others,
The old man is now helplessly looking at the walls with his hurt eyes.

The traveller who has walked on the path of virtue is also judging his own deeds.
It is astonished! Why should one see such a reward for good deeds?

That square of the river bank where yesterday I saw moments of hustle bustle.
I saw groups of mothers and sisters carrying overflowing pitchers of water.

The face of which still bears deep wounds of the rop.
Why did the heartless one forget?
Strong feelings keep arising.

This ungrateful world could never appreciate the favours.
When the time was favorable, everyone forgot
The friend of sorrow and adversity.

I have seen people cheating even the one who gave life.
That square of the pond where yesterday I saw moments of hustle and bustle. I saw groups of mothers and sisters carrying overflowing vessels of water.

Ankit Pandey
PGT English
SJS Public School
Gauriganj Amethi
Uttar Pradesh
227409
© @Ankit