Zeng Han Jun (Singapore)
Nature of Water
Staring down at the pan of water.
Thinking it so clear and cool.
Form so fluid it is hard to alter.
Its nothing, just a really small pool.
Using my hands to form a cup
Pulling the water to my side
Think I could round it up.
Away from me it passes and glide.
Shoving it away from me.
Strange it may be, I thought it so.
Cause now its me, it wants to see.
Quick as it is, I couldn’t stop its flow.
Long and hard I ponder about.
Where have I seen this familiar sight?
Its just like human without a doubt!
Deprive, he wants. Give and he flight!
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