Raindrops
The days when I played in them
Not listening to any words from mom.
Cherishing each drop falling on me
Feeling as though a sparrow is free
Sloshing, sploshing, and splashing
Amidst lightning flashing
Puzzling over the bubbles
Formed over the puddles
The tentative rainbows on them
Shining like the Kohinoor gem
Counting them as though stars
Or scattered pearls of Mars
Trying to collect them gladly
Seeing them break, sadly
Going on, thus, till the drops
Each last one, finally stops.
I nostalgically think of those days.
My heart beams with romantic rays.
Will they come back anymore?
This question quakes my heart's core...
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