The True Elixir Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Blessed and charm-favoured planet is the earth,
Unique with the blessed grandeur of water -
The true elixir of animate, existential mirth,
Charging and enlivening things lying in scatter,
Along the geoid fancy line of the vast blue,
Or the interflowing essence of all in green hue,
And the ever-seeking forms in bones and thew

In a speaker's neat tumbler for verbose roll,
A random sprinkle on a scared faint face,
Or a lip-wipe for the weary, sun-beaten soul -
Are but discreet modes of borrowed grace;
Ablutions and all such wash are only for gain,
To abandon or rid of the unbearable stain;
All these, the divine liquid obliges sans disdain

Reviving Hope on the vanquished tiller's profile
Or drenching the arid throat of fiery vale,
Are real the beam of Heaven's benevolent smile;
While adamant discord only leads to a fossil trail;
Every droplet is an intense packet of boon:
Be it the large, roaring sea or a cool lagoon,
Receiving the showers or the drizzling bliss of June

A marvel to watch all pachyderms in game -accord,
And rodents, sprinters, crawlers and creepers in quest,
Of even the remnant drip on a surface hard....
Oh..the quintessence of hold and the survival zest;
The urge and ritual of living is a condensate -
Vital, clear, pure, free and aye, fluent in state;
Stop it not, nor desecrate, nor ever contaminate.