Drops Of Pearls! Poem by pooja mehta shah

small pearls falling on the ground,
often silent, sumtimes with a sound,
cute blessings of god,
the best creation of the lord,
i just love to see it fall,
may they be big or small,
gives me a great spark,
freshens me as a lark,
so describing the pearl isn't a difficult task,
often see it from my window sill, ,
falling from the wires and from the grill,
nothing sooo fresh and pure,
as it is soo pious, gentle and pure,
try to make ourselves also that sure,

these beautiful drops of life,
makes one forget the hardships of life,
brightens each leaf around it,
makes all fresh surrounding it,

oh! God, how do u make all happy always,
i often am kept wondering always.
and find myself, blessed and satisfied always