From the cloud as it falls,
and runs down the valley.
Heavenly drops to all enthralls,
moving through ravines and gully.
The light dances on the water,
now here and then there.
With whisper, murmur and chatter,
the angelic drops shine everywhere.
The plains across it flourishes,
quenching the farmer's needs.
Every fern and weed it nourishes,
keeping alive the farmer that feeds.
From being child to youth and old,
it slows down its joyous pace.
Journey from heavens, a story told,
it meets its sea, ending the race.
Prasenjit©1997-2017
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