Little drops of the sky
Shining prisms, falling spry
Drew patterns on the soil dry
And air had the musk of rain
They walked along the torrents
Rain singing along their chorus,
They rose and fell with the currents
Without reserve, without rein
The sky rejoiced their union
As they enjoyed the seclusion,
They felt inhibitions loosen
Nothing to waste, nothing to gain
But slowly their seams fell apart
Tried, but had to depart
They fell away part by part,
And paper boats went down the drain.
Ananya.N.S©
Ananya Nidamangala Srinivasa 