Tantalus

Why ‘re thee like Sisyphus

Rolling a rock to the top

Of a hill non-stop?

Would it not be alluring

To see the low-hanging fruits?

Water recedes at thy thirst

And fruits climb up, when hungry

Why are thee in a lake?

The world, where the wickeds rot,

Gather thy spirit

And ask the Gods for reason

What mistake is thine

To steal the manna for the world?

There were feasts while thy meet,

There were secrets at thy greet,

Let them not punish thee in thy court

For the undaunted spirit

To help and be helped,

Where a real joy stays in.