Parched Poem by Shruti Goswami

The timelessness of raindrops
Touches a chord
In the profound depths of my heart.
It takes a dip,
In the holiness of the touch
As the drops kiss the earth.
A life giver to the parched mother
And sons of the soil.
A life taker,
When the rivers go berserk,
And flood its banks.
It is a necessary evil,
As is transpiration,
For what goes up,
Comes down,
Says the law of nature.
And so the banks break,
To create new civilizations,
And the drops they fall,
To dawn upon new realizations.