Rain-drops

A crystalline young innocent bead,
Piercing those rough & tough ozone.
Meets the dusky soil,
Mingling up, Sacrificing one.
Inculcating life, spreading prosperity.
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Rain-drop, at times,
becomes burden & reason for stress.
But, at the same time,
Is the reason of blessing too.
Acting as a hope of life for barren.
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A freak little drop,
Teaches big lessons of life.
Sets an example of non-fragile determination.
Determination to fight with every difficulties,
For reaching its goal.
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The daughter of clouds,
Doesn't depend on any for decisions of future,
Lives the life of own choice, goes with the flow.
Setting paradigms for the daughter of world,
For perusing their own choices & goals.
& flying free without any boundaries.
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Raindrops, introduces new experiences,
Experience of stunning smell of soil,
As soon as the first drop mix with clay.
Experiences of those so many coloured paper-boats,
Sailing in flooded ravines every here & there.
Experience of those city rooms,
Suddenly turning into 'dhobi-ghats'.
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Rains, though are just blessings of Allah,
But acts oppositely for city-life citizens.
Spoiling plans, worsening journeys.
Muddying & slugging the lanes.
Jamming the streets.
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Raindrops secondly, incites other changes of moods too.
Lazy poury morning, excites adrenal hormone,
Making us lumpy & sleepy, stretched on bed for whole-day.
Craving for hot soups & spicy eateries,
Is the day's speciality.
-Fauzia Afreen