Water of life

In seriousness or by chance
wisdom drips as you talk
we assimilate as much as we can
and reflect it in our work and walk

Verse is no verse
but blank and bald
let it rhyme
that it becomes a song

Poetry is nothing but the language of heart
that comes out a shower what we take to heart
thirsty is a poet though he may lap all
in search of a tune to sing a new song

Water of life is not found
in brooks or mountain tops
one gets its only by chance
and that too drop by drop

With a bowl in hand and stillness of thoughts
we wander with eyes open lest we miss by chance
that which comes fleetingly and we stand transformed
life becomes a poetry and every beat a song!