There was once a place on earth… an isle… ” Anhydrous isle”…
Surrounded from all sides…with waters and waves white.
No verdure on the place,withered foliage mundane,
sands ,rocks,pebbles to watch,different landscapes combined in all…
Life wasn’t anywhere to be seen,
even standing amidst the expanse of the sea…
So much dryness !
It made me think!
How come the beautiful isle …
never wanted to sink…
in the body of the ripples beside…
how could it be so aloof and dried.
I could sense,it had pulled and shrinked ,
the ends of the island …shrivelled within…
No matter what the nature offered,
remaining dry had become its deliberate nature…
Not knowing what it missed,one day everything changed the myth,
a ship got wrecked near its shore…many were saved ,few abandoned …
one soul swam across the streams,
and reached the isle with a log to save in…
stepping on the isle,it thanked the place and sighed…
“Oh! so beautiful! this place is divine!”
Hearing these words the island smiled,
a wave of life ran through its heart and mind…
It too wished now… to be green,
to be more captivating and serene…
It opened the veins of its heart,
allowing the waters to flow inside like darts,
rushing and gushing everywhere,
the islet became a life of inhabitants…
“The Anhydrous Isle” became an adorable one,
opening the gates of its enclosure,
absorbing the wet waves of emotions,
It became beautiful and moistened…
soumyav 