THE COVETED CAULDRON OF NOUGHT

Behold! The majestic vapours on their rise, bubbling out from the purple hue;

The cauldron of yearnings was brewing its likely propitious road;

Never had I seen such spectacle of starry dreams of glitter blue;

So many dipped in its soothing, rewarding broth to revel in its free abode.

Allured, I headed towards this nirvana but alas! fate had forbidden it for me;

I fought and bellowed but only to settle to rest, plunging into desolation;

Finally, I mixed my own ingredients, my blood and sweat that made a perfect camaraderie;

Now I knew how to make my own abode, the heaven of my own potion.

One dark day that starry cauldron shattered into miniscule pieces;

Dejection rolled over all as thunder bolts and shrieks at the mighty’s downfall;

None knew how to revamp their magical cauldron.

That was my time when I evaded all worries, tears and creases;

Then they had nought when I had my own road, my own broth, I had all;

Because now I have my own concoction recipe in my pragmatically brewed cauldron.

© Megha Bose 2018

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