LITTLE DROPS
Tip toed unnoticed from their mother,
Rising slowly rising upward,
Intentionally without all the qualities;
Which are common every where in the sea.
To the region of sovereign power- the destination,
Boundless freedom to move on and on,
Just like children when away from the guards,
Select the direction which ever they like.
Bored after the tiring journey mind to return
But hurriedly , hasten to their home;
Very mischievous are they; often awaken the sleepy
And tickling flowers and leaves.
The frogs, from their holes, peep
To see the little masters,
The long slept seeds open their eyes
To greet the well wisher.
No time to waste nor to wait
Unanimously soon streams formed
Find the way to rivers,
Jumping, running then rushing to mother's lap.
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Descriptive, dynamic as well as visual.
Brilliant write I especially like the opening line
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Thank you
Sayed,
What can I say, besides, WOW!!! (You have followed their (dance) of tango and found the true destination of where rain drops dwell.) Just as the heavens opened to the many drops that has been cast out to sea, and into the inner bosoms of the earth, you sir as well, have captured where they go, when they have been expelled from the heavens above and the many different directions they seem to dance, to the pitter patter of their own drum beat, as they meticulously greet the many facets of the mother of our earth, (nature)….
Great poem,
Jim
Wow! Very descriptive and very moving. Simply great. Great flow! Even playful at times where you compare them with children. Kudos to you and congrats on your win! :)