Rain Drops!!!
We are like rain,
Getting lost in vain,
Glory and fame is what we seek,
Forgetting the truth is not the same!
Once we drop, we get lost on the ground,
Lose ourselves and are lost in the sound,
Are just one drop of the Big cloud,
Have to therefore make sure our colour is sound!
Not to blame anyone as we all are the same,
We all are dice of one big game,
Spirit ourselves in the right way, we say,
But often we realize the task is too hard to tame!
Losing the grip is what I would say,
We are the Losers in the beautiful May,
Because we can’t feel or think or stand,
As we are not Humans in the actual way!
Not being harsh or rude or straight,
As I am one in the league-strayed and can’t wait,
Hasty is what we all are being,
And we all are parting from The Great!
Have you ever seen the rain drops fall?
Have you ever seen the panting wall?
Have you ever seen the melting tree?
Don’t wish, we’ll soon witness the race crawl!