A canopy was woven
lush were the greens
on surface flowers bloomed
washed with rains so soon
dense was canopy so
no light reached the floor
from the hawks eye, who could see the dark below
amidst the dense forest
in centre of all
lay a dilapidated well
aloof and in corner so
no light reaching it
no life around
still and silent
with an eerie silence around
dark and hollow was the well
too deep
to see the floor
no water
no light
and no life inside it to sound
the well was old
dilapidated and in its ruins
damp was the smell
no life to screw
such was the well
who could be well after seeing it in ruins
back then it chattered with life around
animals fluttered around
who made this well
God knows
for whom it was
Only God could tell…
in the midst of darkness
and aloofness the well lay
but all in its gloominess
a fantasy blew
lay a seed of dandelion
a creep of weed gathered around
hugging the damp walls
who knew life could grow
it peeped from the deep hollows
hugging and embracing the old well
telling it will come back to life again
So was the tale
the revival of old well……