The Point Of View

He ran with all his might 

The sun was almost up 

And he hadn’t reached his well yet

All around he saw people

Jumping into their wells

A huge queue near the Christian well

A very big one near the Islamic well

Some people were jumping into the Democratic well

Some others were jumping into the Communist well

But he had to find his 

In this chaotic mess

Finally he did

Filled with delight

And a sense of achievement 

He jumped into his well just at about sunrise

He sunk deeper

And opened his eyes
This was his life now

Sinking deeper into the well with every breath

Never to meet people of other wells

Knowing only his waters

Oblivious to the vastness of the sky

Refusing to explore the Garden of Life

And staring only at the segment of sky

That his well opening permitted him to see

He sunk deeper