I am preserved now and that makes me special,
Secured from a gushing river that is in an eternal mad rush.
I have been freed – finally – of my natural instincts
In this glorious bucket, and with that
All my responsibilities to observe and execute.
I am special now and that means endless leisure,
A life of eternal bliss within the protective boundaries
Of my circular castle,
Shielded from the hungry roots of the green grass
That extends all the way to the earth’s core
Plundering its wealth.
No more may I lend space for the growing tadpoles or
Bear any floating Hyacinth for those wading jacanas
That peck voraciously at anything that wiggles.
No wave arises out of my tranquil existence,
Or the wild reed that grows taller than what it actually deserves.
(I even curse the momentary ripples that stain my character
Without actually hating the adamant raindrops
That cause them, an inner joy concealed from public view.)
I am now here as they wanted me to be,
Filling the bucket and never exceeding its boundaries,
Pure as a transparent crystal with nothing to hide
Exposing clearly what I hold within
From the surface to the very bottom,
Virgin, having conceived no living, breathing creature
That is deemed useless to the greater cause of the society
Other than the invisible microbes.