I was leaning, touching the open window frame,
Staring at the raindrop, not the rain.
Nature looked beautiful then, but I did not care,
I stood tranquil, the drop had light reflecting on it
It was glistening, and I fell in love;
My heart spoke, “Put it in a locket, preserve it”.
It was a moment, but seemed a lifetime
I wanted to cherish, but knew, did not have the time.
The drop of water was about to fall,
And I knew I will seize it, soon, very soon.
It fell swiftly, and my soul waited patiently,
Then a ray dazzled me and I stood there, mesmerized
I missed the drop indeed
But was impressed with my exquisite bad luck.
2007-10-20
18:50:48
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