Colours Of The Crystal Drops Poem by Kriti jalan

When the cloud above cries and dreads
Little teardrops it then sheds
Tine crystals
As they pour
New aspirations and miracles
Come ashore
“Oh! The God cries”
Some predict
“No! He is bathing”
Others depict
For the little ones
Its just another way to get them fed
For the students
It’s a No-School day
A chance to spend longer hours on bed!
For the One-Day Workers
It’s a day without food
For the Dads
Well,
On the couch, they are glued!
But for the ones in love
Rains have its own meaning
With true feelings and warmth
While it pours,
They walk hand in hand
I know of some who run for shelter during rains
But I am the one who stands under and watch it drain
For me Rain is special
For me it is pure
For me they are Golden Droplets
Sent from above
Just for us to adore!