FOUNTAIN HEADS OF PARLIAMENT

Donned in white,
Many of them combined together,
Jump up with vigor,
Each trying to out beat the other!

Dance they do,
All day and night,
With neither shame,
Now with any aim!

We know not,
How high will they jump,
We know not,
Which side would they take,
But, fall, they will,
One day or another!

Yet, Dance they do,
All day and night,
With neither shame,
Now with any aim!

Fall, they will,
Only to mix with others,
Re-appear; they will,
When and where is their will!

But, Dance they do,
All day and night,
With neither shame,
Now with any aim!

They come and go,
They go up and down,
We know them,
Neither by names,
Nor by their fame!

Yet, Dance they do,
All day and night,
With neither shame,
Now with any aim!

They continue to repeat the dance,
All through the year,
Till they evaporate into thin air,
Who they are, what they are….well,
They are mere fountains,
In the garden of parliament!!


- T. Sabapathy
Dec 1993