Treasure Island

Tadasha Tripathy

(19/12/93 / Sonepur, ODISHA

A Vapour Of Water


A small vapour of water
Present in a huge piece of cloud
And was dreaming to be a part of ocean
To search out the real pearls.

Once fell as a drop of rain when
Excited to meet the destination
But reached on top of a leaf of lily
Floating in a slow flow of water.

Searched here and there but
At that time itself was a pearl
Shining on the lily leaf
With tears in eyes and
Regret on heart, thought
'I have left the way towards dream
Far far far behind.'

A stork was coming to engulf
The drop of water suddenly
Hide itself in side the stomata
On the upper leaf surface.

Found many pipes and many ways
Above all a huge darkness
Xylem and phloems
At last a hydathode
To come out and rushed to water
Started journey for ocean.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 14, 2014

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