To The Angel who inspired me to write this poem one rainy Day
The vast ocean, My abode,Its variety which never bored
There came the zealous fiery star
Who soaked me up,And I began to char
Being his slave I moved,Handcuffed to befit his mood
His victims began to increase,The loneliness began to cease
One day he realized,We can't remain undersized
The day of renaissance came,Our huge frame made him lame
We spread ourselves in the sky,No one seeing him would sigh
We let ourselves free,And began falling down in a spree,
We covered the earth with fragrance,Peacocks danced with romance
My destiny was for a rose bud,I thought life was a dud
I hoped meeting the jolly stream,Gurgling with laughter and scream
Then came the fairest dame on earth
The rose I thought would make her scathe
She nipped the bud along with me,Which made me blush with glee
Pressing the bud on her lips,She gently placed a moist kiss
Which angels too would hate to miss.
Then she brought the bud to her bosom,Her heart beats getting louder
I prayed to God,"Make me an rain drop forever!"
Copyright ©2001 Y Ganesh
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