Sunday, December 16, 2012

Life, a drop

A stream
Of people gone by
Of people to come
The lands lost
The footsteps earned
The walk, futile talk
But the drop, which never stops
Calling the universe
To come hear its struggle
Against the citadel

Silence
In the loudest plains
Concrete, and nothing crude
Yet the drops protrude
The secret

Secret
Known to many
Having boundaries, not any
With a message uncanny
Of the greatest epiphany

To hold on!

To hold on,
For the water to drop
Till the concretes crop
And when it is over,
The drop becomes the stream
Of people gone by
Of people to come

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