Drops...

And after that crowd,

I grabbed my umbrella-

And my solitude-

Took the narrow lane!

Gazed at the sky-

The monsoon clouds-

And loneliness!

Perfect!

Pearls from the broken necklace-

It rained…

Alone, I thought I was-

Then I harked!

I could hear them talk-

As loud as they could-

In that rhythmic tone-

One shouted and the other followed!

Eavesdropped, I-

For what they could be talking?

About their journey!

The clattered rhythm again…

Guessed, I-

About their journey, must be-

From the puddle to the pond-

Meandering through the rivulet-

To the river-

And levitating to the mightiness-

They chattered loud-

Felt, I

they gloated their salvation!

Levitated to the mighty blue and again-

Reached to the earth-

They belonged to!

I could sense their happiness-

As they gently slid down to the earth-

And disappeared on her arms-

Thin clouds now-

I could only hear a few of them-

They have met their destiny-

And will be back again-

Those drops of rain...

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Picture source: http://www.1zoom.me

Author's Note

For those drops of rain- that take each of us to the memory lane!
I pay sincere regards to the artist who painted a wonderful girl with an umbrella...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful artwork and wonderful words dear poet. I enjoyed the memory. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Leslie Philibert]

An old friend. What I like here is the thoughtful line length, love L2 in V4, the clever use of the article.
A fine poem.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thank you :) Keep inspiring

[Gaurav]

awesome read. The world is a place of wisdom and abrupt silliness. The journey, however, is the focus.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thank you, Gaurav.

[John the Baptist]

Symbolically, the drops are us. A rather Hindu take, I think, with the last verse hinting of reincarnation. Nicely done.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

You got the theme :)