The rainy myth

A Poem by Muhammad Qasim

personally, this seems to be my best work till now inspired by certain thoughts at a certain place...

Among the myths soo many
One about a penny

FRom the rainy sky
Believe me.. Not a lie
From the rainy sky
Among the many drops of rain
One evily laughing.. Said hi
Sliding down the crane..on the ground till going down the drain
Only hi, before death, not even a bye

In the drain
It went through
From a tube, that seemed new
Like it had a brain

Seeping through a joint
At a certain unexpected point

Diving like a spy
Many would suprisingly shout "Oh my"

Along the pipe.. Ravish and old
Super fast.. It was bold

Sliding upon an uneven stack of freezed grease
It went and creased

At a totally unexpected point
In the old Wall
Where many bricks came to a joint
There was hole

Flying through
No attention it drew

Straight down
In the mouth of that innocent prisoner on death's row
Wearing a teared gown
As now.. Shouted all the black crows

His Throat wettened enough
His two days survival.. No longer a bluff

His entire clan
That made a single rescue plan

In a day more
As the lion.. Somewhere made a roar

His life
Along his wife

He had it all back
Revealing his name... Was jack
Everything.. He had packed
Nothing then he lacked

They were all gone
Never knowing..his life was an extended loan!!