THE DROP OF WATER
Leaving the lap of the clouds,
I moved ahead, crying aloud,
Cursing myself again and again
Thinking, what would I gain.
O God! What would be my destiny?
Would I be lost in the dust on the mire?
Or be burnt by the blaze of the fire?
Or would I fall on the lotus
A happening
Which I would admire?
Seeing the strong winds that day,
Unwillingly I moved towards the bay.
Finally, I fell into a beautiful shell
Becoming a pearl,
The joy of which
I cannot tell.
Like a man, I left my home
With sorrow,
Thinking that my destiny
Would be hollow.
But now, after meeting with it all fine,
I can only smile and shine.
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