Poetry

Drops of Life

Out of my windowpane

I open my bleary eyes to see a dry and arid stony lane.

The day seemed to be in stuck in static

life around was sparse and sporadic

With a sigh, wishing for a change in scenery

through the disguise the pain of human cries.

My stupor was broken by the splatter of raindrops

a new coat of paint upon the dull grey world.

Crystalline earth through a looking glass

raindrops shine upon the plains and alpine meadows.

Frolicking critters in the pursuit of happiness like ripples

the world we want to see when we gaze beyond.

~Anjana Prasad

Nagpur, India

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