I extend my hand to catch a drop
To move it on palm and make it stop
It lends me its coldness and I feel good
A child is born in me shunning adulthood
I go on playing till its time to stop and move
To stare at the old man whom nobody cares to love
@Tiku 10/06/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It lends me its coldness and I feel good........ Actually water drop has the quality of coldness. We should bear this quality. Very nicely envisioned. A didactic poem I like most, Thanks for sharing.