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"
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