Life in a rain drop

Life in a rain drop

Round and robust it rests

Reflecting million colours of the universe

Dangling from the top

An innocent rain drop.

A Pretty Thing, sure must be an angel

Shouted in voice so surprisingly shrill

‘Oh, what a pain

That rain drop again?

It clutters the mind, makes it mean

Take a mop and wipe it clean!’

The starving shriveled bony man

Lips parched, spirit shrunk prayed in vain..

‘Leave to me that drop

For me it is eternal hope

Symbol of unending love

Signal of the continuing life’.