A FEW DROPS OF WATER
Poetess Shaiqua Murshed
A
few drops of water on the glassy face of a lake, casting ripples of
satisfaction over its emotions and the leaves of the slender reed laugh
with delight
A few drops of water on a thirsty mind and thoughts bloom into roses, spraying rain showers over the soul, scrambling across the wizened desert of despair
A few drops of water on their overflowing heart and love blossoms from the depths of a dead river bed, the pebbles chortling with laughter as they succumb to their drenched bodies
A few drops of water on their dreams and they are lost in a burning world of deep fires, flamed by the rains, soft and sibilant, a symphony where they alone hear the music
A few drops of water to live
A few drops of life to love
If love be life, wherefore life if love be dead
If life be dead, wherefore love to find itself
A few drops of water on a thirsty mind and thoughts bloom into roses, spraying rain showers over the soul, scrambling across the wizened desert of despair
A few drops of water on their overflowing heart and love blossoms from the depths of a dead river bed, the pebbles chortling with laughter as they succumb to their drenched bodies
A few drops of water on their dreams and they are lost in a burning world of deep fires, flamed by the rains, soft and sibilant, a symphony where they alone hear the music
A few drops of water to live
A few drops of life to love
If love be life, wherefore life if love be dead
If life be dead, wherefore love to find itself
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