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Sunday, May 15, 2011

The Final 'Drop'




That last drop of rain,

What was it thinking,

When it slid down,

The thin blade of the fanning leaf,

Hanging on for a moment,

Before the ultimate fall..


Did the drop know,

It was the finale of a massive cascade?

Did the drop know,

It will have no retinues?

Did the drop know,

It is giving way to a clearer sky?


Somehow,

I want that tiny piece of water,

To know its fate,

And its nonexistent wake,

It makes a difference,

When I know that it knows..

That final diaphanous globe,

Sparkling from the already rising sun,

As it loosens the grasp,

From my eye lash,

And descends…


1 comment:

dr.suneetha said...

but wen it knows, would it be as beautiful as it is now?