All rain drops are,
Never the same
They differ
In meaning
And in names
Some are
Radiant
Sublime
Nice
And beautiful
Some are
Happy
Exciting
Twinkling
And blue
For many
Brood
Crib
Curse
And mull
While others bring
Hope
Joys
Smiles
And tears
To me, they
Tickle
Inspire
Ignite
And dare
I wonder
Why all do not mean the same?
As they do in form
And appearance seem
Wholesome
Pure
And clear
For then I found
It is our sight
Opaque
Vulgar
Dense
And vague
Which sees
Otherwise
While rains never differed
They were all the same
Innocent
Simple
And plain…
sublime 🙂
PS:…and ‘wet’ arthaat ‘geeli kavita’ 😛
Usually I don’t understand poetry but this one I understood..right now its drizzling here in Calcutta and i just came back having a walk. The feeling is so unique to walk in rain..’Rhimjhim’ gire saawan.. 😛
Rains are so beautiful.. and delhi looks so pretty when it rains..and given the mausam here since the past few days its no surprise that you wrote this..
I agree.. its our vision that differs, rain drops are petals for some and pebbles for others…nice poem:)