It caught the world unawares
First it trickled down like few drops
From a beehive and I even saw
The likes of me licking the drops
In no time there it was falling as if
The drops were unbroken silver threads
Knitting and connecting the sky and earth
The bright full-moon
Soaked in rain reflected
From the puddles and winked
22 Nov 2010
23.10hrs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a moving image presented in the poem!