A Drop Poem by Meena Iyer
A Drop
A drop
Clung to the leaf
at the edge,
waited
Like the maiden
in the ball
with breath bated
So did I
Pause
That stretched till eternity,
broken
By the wind's temerity
.
.
.
.
-! Plop! -
.
.
.
The drop
Lost
In the vastness of the pond
disappears
In memory remains
fresh
The bond
tenuous
Of the dropp and the leaf
So deep
inscribed forever
alive
In me
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