The Miraculous Raindrop
+4The streets were grimy, and the rivers dried,
The sun shone swiftly and the water sighed,
Said that it could live no more,
In that place so well off; but still poor,
In a place where it(water) was a mere waste,
Condemned and thrown; all in a haste,
And from that day, it happened so,
There were neither ships nor boats to row,
Since the oceans and seas were no more than,
A souless and crimpled man,
The flowers in the garden that once,
blossomed had now become mere puns,
for writers and poets and great men,
they(flowers) were limited only till their notebooks and pen.
The bees and birds that flitted around,
The flowers and trees even in a bound,
Was a mere imagination for people like me,
For once we had seen how actually is a bee.
Now that children just read in their books,
About its physical appearance and looks,
And of course, they’re a part of history,
The tragic death of a little bee,
It was the last one that survived on earth,
And died after few minutes it took birth,
It died of sadness when it found,
There were neither flowers nor trees around,
And that was the day I lost all my hope,
That we humans, would ever find a rope,
To climb and reach that place again,
A place with plenty of water and rain.
In a melancholy mood, from my window, I peered,
And suddenly a tiny raindrop appeared,
And with tears of joy in my eyes,
I stared at the melancholy skies,
And one after another, they appeared in a number of few,
Even in an imagination, my dream had come true.
This poem was written/submitted by Trivarna.
