Rain Drops From Lost Childhood Poem by Pavithra Manimangalam

Ah it was a little rain drop that touched my fingertip
And yet turned pretty big sticking on to my mind

Kindling memories so old and varied, the ones I thought to be lost
Of rain, laughter, poodles and paper boats
Of cold fingers caressing hair locks
Of a granny who knew only to love
Of kisses after kisses planted in forehead
Of counting bubbles along the piter patter
Of days cuddling in daddy's lap
Of nights sleeping in mommy's warmth
Of getting wet with little sister
Of a world so pure innocent and happy
Of days so dear buried in sands of time

Oh little droplet...that touched me with love
Are thou the one from my childhood long lost
The one whom my loved ones send from above
Along with a waft of breeze bringing their love

Tears do swell and run down the cheeks
Sitting on the rain drenched threshold of memories
Like what you did in my muddy courtyard
Forming small streams, streams of memories
So bitter so sweet and yet so dear!

With widened eyes and drumming heart
Here I am, sitting by my window pane
Like good old times, waiting for you
To see you hum, sing and dance
To feel the lost love of my dear ones
Once again on my finger tips

Oh! please do come again my little droplet
Raindrop from my lost childhood
Then I can be that little girl again
thinking nothing nothing but only rain!