And cold of mountain
Two drops took birth
To twinkle on the crown
From the top they rolled
Down and pure
To be part of a river
For a journey so vivid…so unsure
Down they found
A small village in greens
One drop wetted the hands of a priest
While another… dampened the fields
And down they saw
A town … blue, black and brown
One camouflaged in the greases of drain
While another evaporated to make some rain
Down they came
To the house of riches
One froze in their glasses of pint
While another quenched their thirst without a hint
And down they came
To the nest of poor
One slipped out through the leaky pail
While another quenched the thirst yet again
Thence they reached
To the shores of their destiny
One survived by the ships aboard
While another … set herself free in the happy waves
Thats how ended the two tales
tales of two lives
one surviving
and the one ... who lived!
1 comment:
Very nice... your philosophical taste is become better and better by days...
I trust this is your own creation... :-)
start publicizing your blog...
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