Water Of Life Poem by Zeeshan Shah

Fields of barley stand proudly on the chest of earth,
kisses of sun admire their conceit,
and moonlight is like a mothers lullaby.
They are valiantly facing the hostility of climate,
like brave soldiers at front.
Very bold in behaviour,
very elegant in nature.
Gentle breeze is creating opus through fields,
like a Mozart in the court of Archbishop.
It is perfect oeuvre by nature.

Harvesters are cutting their heads,
but not the pride.
Sacrifice of young fields is a renaissance,
life passes to another life.

Craftsmen are ready to pay heed.
They are looking for meed.
Kilns are hot for new breed.

Malt is rising with sunglow.
All courses are running in a flow.
Craftsmen are cutting them from below.
O’people are you ready for show.

Blessed brooks and rivers from the soil of Scots,
blend their holy water with regards.
Melted-gold is coming out of cask,
this is full of life,
this is called Scotch.

Z. A. Shah