Drain The Cup Poem by Subhra Roy

Cups are full and words are daint
Wit strives hard to make the feint.
She knows this and he knows that
Schism and ‘–ism’ make us a prat.
Praise and prize do blind the sight
Mindful Wisdom takes to flight.
Cups are full, but acts are lame
All are equal, still not same.
More to learn and more to grow
But, first you reap, then you sow.
Drain the cup and you will find
How we lost our peace of mind