Aquatic Complex
Nay, I am no worshipper of nature-
but being a floating bubble on this earthen heaven
I simply could not slough off the aquatic inertia.
This fervent festivity of my saturated soul
and this lapidary lattice of life is the legacy of water.
Once as I drew a deep drought off the fount of life in a terrible thirst,
today my mortal flesh is affluent with numerous divine streams.
In the pervasive wilderness of this dry and desolate earth
I am the itinerant pennant of the triumphant waters,
I am the blossom of life bloomed out of the bud of brine.
Though I left the womb of water destined to be a desperate warrior,
yet this carpet of water is my prayer-rug since the very birth of mine.
You may well-nigh call it aquatic complex- I should have no gripes,
but why laying imprudent blame of adulating inanimate matter?
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