Lear-Drop Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Sitting at the back in the car,
Through the window I look out
On this rainy day, pleasant to the eye.

Water-pools, small and shallow,
Of all shapes abound on the road:
It is drizzling and fairly well.

Every dropp that falls on water surface
Leads to rings forming one after the other,
But that is all generally, only two of them.

Even if the total area of the pool is small
The spread of circles on water surface
Has no time to reach the edge of pool.

Because before that another raindrop
Has fallen within that small patch,
Brown or colorless, and eats up rings.

Anon comes a vehicle or human foot,
Into the self-same pool, zooming it up
Out of shape, and re-creating it again.

The whole process of sky impregnating
The pool, and the production of forms
Being spoilt by some accidents,

Unintentional removal of these playful creatures,
Living or in motion reminds me of Shakespeare’s
‘They kill us for their sport’. Is it leela, or maya?

Life goes on, be it the rain or sunshine:
Nothing to worry about, it forms again,
And again the pool receives the pearls.