Aug 2016
When it rains
raindrops smoothly pat
on my windows
and slide down
to death
I don’t think
the drops care
how long they can walk
before they vanish
They perhaps know
the moment they are in
and the moment standing
in front of them
should be cherished
raindrops smoothly pat
on my windows
and slide down
to death
I don’t think
the drops care
how long they can walk
before they vanish
They perhaps know
the moment they are in
and the moment standing
in front of them
should be cherished
We may lose our present if we indulge ourselves too much in past faults or future failures... Let's live in present with a smile
(Kolkata)
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