Rain Drops Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

The dreams like drops of rain
often drench me thoroughly,
the hopes like gusts of breeze
do refresh my solitary realm
and me freely hop and swing
in thoughts absolutely mine.

As dried up leaves look lively,
the dull mind moves to action;
the pale face like gold in fire
dazzles and shines abright
and me like a radiant rainbow
spread the hues far and wide.

Life even amidst all uncertainties
looks as fixed as the Pole star
waiting for inspiration to inspire
to challenge the challenges hard
and never to surrender or grovel
however cruel circumstances be!

©® Dasharath Naik