Sreeja Sreedharan


A Drop Of Water - Poem by Sreeja Sreedharan

A dropp of water, so sweet,
as tears of happiness, a dropp of honey,
brings joy to the mind.
A dropp of water, so bitter,
as tears of agony, a heart breaking cry,
brings pain to the mind.
A dropp of water, so harmful,
in the form of a flood, a harmful storm,
brings fear to the mind.
A dropp of water, so precious,
for a plant to survive, water in desert
brings comfort to the mind.
A dropp of water, so beautiful,
as a dew drop, a single pearl,
brings expression to the mind.


Comments about A Drop Of Water by Sreeja Sreedharan

  • (10/25/2018 8:22:00 PM)

    Would like to use A Drop of Wayer in a wearable art project. Please let me know if that is ok. (Report)Reply

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  • (1/22/2017 7:56:00 PM)

    Hi Sreeja,

    Very pertinent poem; well written. Representing water as the nectar of life. Well worded..
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  • (4/28/2009 2:10:00 PM)

    An amazingly refreshing write, like the water is a source of life.Thanks for sharing :)
    Best wishes.
    A.
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  • Kesav Easwaran (4/28/2009 11:19:00 AM)

    Water is the life juice in every thing...water in many forms means how multi faceted this life is...good meaningful write, Sreeja...10 (Report)Reply

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  • (11/1/2008 6:30:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem great feeling Keep writing please! ! ! (Report)Reply

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  • (10/10/2008 10:30:00 AM)

    A look at the chamber - the drops fall - one, two, three, ..... - the counting begins. Half-a-litre to run in exactly four hours. Precise mathematical calculation. The tubing offers no clue - it is filled with water - forever. The side-port of the channel allows access to my vein - reserved only for the nurses with expressionless faces to push some alien fluid into my blood from time to time - it stings, it hurts - but I can't complain - because it all is, purportedly, for my good. It is water that they are infusing, and yet I am not permitted to drink even a dropp - I am dying of thirst. But nobody really seems to care. They don't know that I have overheard them discussing that I am not going to last for long. The drops relentlessly come down - one, two, three, ........ - I lose count - a vacant stare as death closes in. (Report)Reply

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  • premji premji (10/2/2008 6:46:00 AM)

    and 90% of your body is also water... (Report)Reply

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  • (10/1/2008 2:27:00 PM)

    I took the greatest delight in reading this charming poem. (Report)Reply

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  • (10/1/2008 12:03:00 PM)

    like I always say, there is beauty in simplicity... big up! (Report)Reply

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  • (10/1/2008 9:07:00 AM)

    u seem to be a keen observer...

    simple and bful words about the essential par of a human beings life...

    :)
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  • Ashraful Musaddeq (9/30/2008 3:50:00 PM)

    A wonderful composition. I love it. (Report)Reply

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  • (9/29/2008 4:07:00 PM)

    that was really incredible. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 29, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 25, 2009


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