Fountain hath nothing but to shower
Quench thirst and bottle store for the traveler
Untrue, Unjustified is its wish of reciprocation
For a mere source it is for that soul.
The sharing of heart in words & admiring stares
A thing of past it was, to beat loneliness
Dreams, Promises, Desires it was told
But, shouldn't end hath to have a twist...?
The traveler steers ahead with the camel or the fleet
Not landing an eye on the fountain that stands by
Wisdom is here for the fountain to collect
It hath nothing but to shower.