Frog In A Well Says, ‘well, We'll See'. Poem by Ananta Madhavan

This cell survived and evolved
From tadpole to maturity and adulthood.
Frog liked to reach the surface of the water
And breathe the air for a spell.
The wall was a mossy slither
Giving no grip or purchase to its legs.

But persistence made the amphibian,
Adept at scampering to the top again.
Frog loved to roll its eyes upward
And get familiar with the farthest
Vision by shades of light or dark.

A forbidding tunnel. Right at the end,
Frog saw diverting views
Of light shading into dark,
And morphing up to sun-bright noon,
Or dusk in slow degrees revealing the moon.

At windy spells a nearby temple tree
Stretched out a branch across the well.
Frog conjectured it could see
The season lines of angled autumn:
A withered leaf might float adown the gloom,
Followed by a white-pink blossom.

Frog speculated it could jump into the pail
The house-girl sent down a rope to the water.
Would that be an exit or an entrance
Into a different well, unplumbed by chance?
A different tunnel view, it could be dark or bright.

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End-2016.