The Rain

The Rain

At times,
during the dark hours
and rainy days

I forget to sing.

Lost I am,
reflecting at the crystal drops
disappearing at the edge of the
muddy
soil.

I forget to sing.

Uncertain encounters with the dwellers
of clouds, makes me homesick-
sitting at the window sill
of a house of humans.

I forget to sing.

Rain is of my kind.
Slit, sharp and spirited.
It has its own melody
and it is not afraid to
vanish.

Neither am I.
I return to myself
from the crowds of many

like the song- heard,
sung, embraced, gifted,
forgotten, trampled over,
crushed,
and discarded at the
back of the storeroom.

I return to myself
broken, wrapped,
and beautiful

But more powerful
than ever
before…

I forget to sing.
But I return to myself.

Thank You 🙂

Prerna Gupta

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