I imagine a thirst fulfilling well
And my shadow reflected in the well’s water
I also want to plant a tree beside the well;
For, I do not want my shadow to be lonely
The tree would grow with time;
And with the ageing life
I shall ask—should I pour my life’s lamentation
To the standing tree which I had planted or
To its shadow in the well’s water?
I shall ask this tremendous question of life
To the life like well itself
And the well shall reply me back and say—
“Pour your lamentation to the shadow, not to the tree
Because the tree is not flawless like the shadow;
It bears excessive pride for standing, unlike the shadow
It does not know how to bow.”