Empty Cup Poem by Sharad Rajimwale

Let my cup be empty
What shall I do with a vessel brimming over?
There is room in it for more.
Empty spaces resound in names
where breezes dance and go and send other messengers.
There is no limit to the world
that is waiting for you to come and sit at your ease
as long as you wish.
Others can also come and make it their home
or leave it as resting places are abandoned.
They hold conversations with me
and spread their light of wisdom
They all give ever new brilliance to my eyes
and soundness to my ears.
New saplings come to life in this world
and buds burst anew, ready to cast messages of love and beauty.
Yet there always remain more fertile plots
for new buds and new saplings
fresh awakened notes of melody,
and the serenity of the sea.

My bowl remains ever empty
and I am happy.
Let it remain so....
by Sharad Rajimwale
Jodhpur, India