Standing alone!
On the bank of the river.
I was looking at the
Drops of water,
Holding hand in hand,
Jumping up and down,
Mimicking the shine of the Sun,
Circling the rocks coming their way
Mirroring the blue sky up away
But, no drops waited
For the other drops to follow.
All are in a hurry
To reach their destiny!
Some were picked by
thirsty clouds!
Some were ****** by
crusty lands!
Some were cascading height
of the mounts!
Some were watering the
smiling flowers!
Nobody knows,
what is there in store
But,
Everybody groans,
Life has given us
nothing to adore.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
Standing alone!
On the bank of the river.
I was looking at the
Drops of water,
Holding hand in hand,
Jumping up and down,
Mimicking the shine of the Sun,
Circling the rocks coming their way
Mirroring the blue sky up away
But, no drops waited
For the other drops to follow.
All are in a hurry
To reach their destiny!
Some were picked by
thirsty clouds!
Some were ****** by
crusty lands!
Some were cascading height
of the mounts!
Some were watering the
smiling flowers!
Nobody knows,
what is there in store
But,
Everybody groans,
Life has given us
nothing to adore.
We are enjoying the role given by almighty. But we are grieving about nothing.
