THE SHOWER OF CRYSTAL DROPLETS

The beauty of the rain when those crystal drops fall on us, is what this poem is all about. The droplets fall on me now, As pure as a plain crystal- Even I do not know how, They fall on my body, I wish I was called worthy of it-By somebody. I feel glad and blessed, When those crystals on my body-Gets pressed, I feel relived and chaste, Forgetting my gender, religion and caste. They fall on me one after the other, And are waiting to fall on me, When they clash across each other, I could feel from this worldly stress- Fully Free!