Drop of water
On the lotus leaf
Rushing all around
The wind is blowing
On a wide green surface
Undeterred, indifferent
In a smooth, smooth skin
Without any addiction to it
With pure innocence
water droplet reflects
Thousands of sunbeams
Making an array of colours
The flower that blooms and laughs
Ignoring the beetles around
Here is the drop of purity
She knows everything, moving
As if nothing is known to her
In the middle of all affairs
Being the centre of attention
To the entire surroundings
Without any connection
Well woven poetry. So imaginative carring to pond so real with lotus petals wet with dewdrop enjoying the first sunbeams beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A wonderful description of one of the wonders of nature. Great imagery.