It's Time And Space You Choose Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A drop of rain chooses to fall in sea,
Another opts to fall on lotus leaf,
To shine forth under sun for a life brief,
But some are lost amid millions many.
One more drop opted for a blade of grass
In early dawn to become pearly dew,
And to capture early dawn's crimson hue,
Some fell in dust to die engraved en masse.

Like a cherished trophy looks, though modest,
A scaly trunk that aloof, lonely stands
Amidst barren desert's scorching dry lands,
Huge banyans look lost in wooded forest.
Not what you are— it's time and space you choose,
I wonder as one left all life to muse.
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Sonnets | 01.03.07 |