A Pitcher Poem by Mushtaque B Barq

A pitcher on mortal globe
A label on the headstone
Leaking the serum of life
Reading the fate of mortals
A pitcher and stone
One in, the other out.

Never has belly of soil
Refused a morsel, respect
The digger and the remains
A daffodil but alas!
No more dance in glee
Mortals but immortals.

A carpet of poor petals
And a bonycage down the deep
But the wedge of metal old
Writes the chronicle loudly
Beloved but sighs
The daffodil responds.