Vera Sidhwa

Bucket - Poem by Vera Sidhwa


My bucket was filled with the clearest water.
I swooshed it around
And it played with me.
But I threw the water out.

I should've held on to it
For it was comfort giving
But I didn't keep it.
I took the comfort for granted.

I took the comfort for granted
And then I saw huge obstacles in my path
A path so crooked, I couldn't walk upon
It was a bad adventure you see.

My bucket was filled with the clearest water
And I filled it with the clearest water again.
I did not swoosh it around.
I never took for granted that which gave me comfort.

Topic(s) of this poem: fall

Comments about Bucket by Vera Sidhwa

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/23/2015 5:19:00 PM)

    Filling bucket in clear water expresses wise humor to hold purity in life. Very amazing sharing...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, November 23, 2015

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