Here falls a water droplet
from a small hole
And gets added up
To drop down from a curve.
First passes the straight
That's know for its pride
As it supports the curve
Adding more to it.
Second come the curve
That blooms up others
Changes its shape
to upside down
Lastly passes down
To make an end
Up comes the five sticks
To wipe it of the bumps.
I know u drop down
Only to clear my vision
Not to get my hopes down.
So do u create a scar
A scar on the red
And note to the white
Only for better
Scars that brighten me
Only visible to me.
by
Navami.V.Patil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Nicely done, Navami. Yes, crying can be cathartic and restorative