LEAKAGE

Eons ago, in the times of yore,
Lived a master with his disciples four.
Our legends were their present in that age,
Where lived the four students and the great sage.

On a day like any other, beneath the gleaming sun,
The sage called to his students, appears only one.
“I come father; alone, as my brothers are asleep.”
“Then work; alone, to preserve their slumber deep,
Fetch two panfuls of water daily from Hightop Hill,
But remember, my son, not one drop must you spill.”
Unknown to the disciple, there was that one flaw,
The sage has holed the pan, and such that none saw.
For ten days and nights, the first toiled and worked;
But then always a few drops would seep into the Earth.
Disgusted and defeated; he gave up just after day ten,
And left for further penance, not to be heard of again.
“He was an escapist.” very sagely pointed out the sage,
“You can’t escape; not from this world, not in this age.”

He sent out the second whilst the others slept,
But the secret of the holed pans he still kept.
For twenty days and nights, the second worked;
Bu always a few drop would seep into the Earth.
With patience and perseverance, located the hole,
And promptly repaired it, to make the pan whole.
“Not everything could be modified to suit you.”
cried out the sage, and so the second left too.

The third came, more nervous than confident,
Took the sage’s permission and away he went.
For thirty days and nights, there he worked;
But always a few drops seeped into the Earth.
He thought no one knew, and he kept a secret,
But the sage always knew, so he did not let;
The third disciple stay any longer. And told
“Nothing is hidden from the eyes of the world.”

The last came with sleep still in his eyes,
But quite aware of escape, change and lies.
For days, month and years, toiled and worked;
Bu always a few drop did seep into the Earth.
He planted seeds all along his path of walking,
And flowers bloomed as the pan continued leaking.
“Well done, to realize the situation’s potential,
derive from the problem, a well-derived credential.
To make the best use of your self and surroundings,
Is the fruit and moral of all the world’s teachings.
and that is all I can tell you, Oh great student.”
And with that repartee, right away the sage went!

Eons ago, when their present may be our times of yore,
Lived the great disciple, who learned from people four.
You can never escape, just as much you can never mutate,
You can never hide, and yet the very best you could make;
If only to use all your resources, and never lose your wit,
You will proudly lead the world, and not just be lead by it!


By:
Sarthak Prakash