Rain Drop

Twinkling as a star, on concrete.

Every drop, distinct, discrete.

As it falls, so it breaks

Into several droplet-mates.

Parting with its friends,

Ripples across, it sends.

That converge and diverge,

Humming a love song or a dirge.

Relieves the scorched ground;

Joins the river, ocean-bound.

The sweet aroma of wet soil;

The cool breeze, a pay for toil.

That little drop, in us inspires,

To spread joy, every soul requires,

To adapt, to be loved, to mingle,

To dance to the tune of life’s jingle.

- An original contribution by
Elika Garg
I year B.Tech
Biotechnology