settled with a drop of rain.
Asked it bewildered,
"Ouch! why did you hurt me?
I was flying up in the sky.
Why did you wet me, rain?
Answer me before you dry."
Smirked the rain drop.
Kissed the dust with pleasure.
innocent it was but wasn't ignorant,
about the rituals and fate.
Said it calmly but did console,
''How well could i help?
When your flying wasn't destined?
You are a dead ambiance.
No right to fulfil your desire.
I came in time to stop you.
To stop you fly high.
You will be blown away far across.
Cry will your native mother."
Timidly replied the dust.
"I wanna grow big.
Wanna see the world around.
Though my moving away
will make my mother cry.
I can't help my curiosity,
about the colours and their shine.
Wanna kiss the cloud.
With the swan wanna fly south.
Wanna burn under the hottest sun.
Chilling cold will surely be fun."
Dried the rain.
It was dead.
Dust missed its company.
But its little zeal couldn't die.
Came a blowing wind
ans it flew high.
Winked it at the wind.
Directionless was its journey.
But it went flying to explore.
Promised it, its mother sobbing,
"I will come back 'mommy'
with a grown up me."
bepok likhechsh re....keep it up dear....
ReplyDeletethanku re.. :) :)
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