Sling Poem by Varala Anand

On the wings of time
The journey of life,
Swings and sways
Like a water bearer's sling.

On his shoulders
One pot in front
And the other at the back
One carries glee
The other holds grief
And the sling swings
Like a cradle.

Whenever time changes
The sling trembles
The pots swap positions
Same with the glee and the grief

Time has no compassion
Amid of its journey
Places the sling down
And moves on

One fine day
The pots mixed in soil
Spring to life again