O! thou soft falling
Shower……………………….
Why thou invite mirth
With thee……………….
Mayest not I
Rest in my bower…
Seeing the winds quiver
For the silvery touch of your
Droplets do the platinum magic
And life’s reverberations
tick…….
Why do clouds divorce thee…
To fall, leaving eternity…..
To touch earth’s gravity…
To meet life in all its
inequity…
May be to bring in
A paradigm of probity…
Engaging some sort of equality
For even your droplets………..
Dissimilar seem to be
Full of similarity.
After the fall
All chaos turn into clarity.
Misers turn to charity
Meeks witness magnanimity
Weaks flourish with surety
Still your fall and flow has
Incessant inebriation
And no certainty.
Why ? Thou soft falling shower….
You fill me, my pen with unending
desire….