A Rain Drop

A Rain Drop

A hot Wind,

In Scorching heat,

Whirling on the,

Rhythm of the Beat.

Got the wings of the cloud,

In her new form she sang loud.

Her crystal clear body,

She noticed while a hop,

Is she forming in a new rain drop?

Pressed by her own weight,

Chill ran up to her spine,

Soon, she will be in the mud,

Is death waiting her down the line!

Engrossed in her thoughts,

Her body slipped.

Tumbling down her body flipped.

Got mixed with mud,

With a soft thud.

She opened her eyes with a fear of death,

Instead got a fragranced breath.

She noticed blossoms caused by her,

Life with joy, Heart light as fur.

Now, she realized,

It's not Death.

It's her contribution,

For a new "Fresh Breath".

- P

Reviews

[Happy hours]

wow...i love the flow...thanks for sharing this beautiful piece... :) nicely penned..

[Payal Saxena]

Thank you for liking my poetry. Thank you

[hari]

hey..congrats...happy writing

[Payal Saxena]

thank you very much. Your appreciation counts a lot.

[hari]

Hey..thank you for taking time and reading my articles....yes, emotions.....

[hari]

Nice poem. well written....happy writing

[Payal Saxena]

Thank you for appreciation..

[Nature]

Again amazingly written. I got a bit jealous this time with your writing skills this time though. Kidding haha. Why don't you publish them?