Sweet Water Is Not The Sacred Nectar Poem by Ayni Poet

From beyond space, form and time
The infinite pictures the finite
And a reverie of energy and world,
Happening in a tavern-like scene.

You arrive here with a body-mind frame
Avid for growth, wisdom and beauty
Thristy for knowledge and exploration
Addicted to doing and thinking.

Fervent eyes screen the mundane,
Mouths are too full of words
Backs tired of weight-lifting,
Mind playing the drunkards as puppets !

Dizziness and confusion prevail and rule,
But everybody is drunk on sweet water with lime,
For very few had a cup of wine
And surprinsigly, those are sober!