A Rain Drop

A hot wind,

In scorching heat,

Whirling on the,

Rythm of the beat.

Got the wings of the cloud,

In her new form she sang loud.

Her crystal clear body,

She noticed while a hop,

Is she forming in a new rain drop?

Pressed by her own weight,

Chill ran up to her spine,

Soon, she will be in the mud,

Is death awaiting her down the line!

Engrossed in her thoughts,

Her body slipped.

Tumbling down her body flipped.

Got mixed with mud,

With a soft thud.

She opened her eyes with a fear of death,

Instead got a fragranced breath.

She noticed blossoms caused by her,

Life with joy, heart light as fur.

Now, she realised,

Its not death.

It's her contribution,

For a new "Fresh Breath".


                                                                                                 -Payal Saxena