A drop….
lying in the soil, watching sky….
the sky wondered, why?
What can be the relation, between a timid drop and the mighty sky?
It could see, the drop watching it, without fail.
It could see, the drop willing to reach there.
The sky laughed, roaring.
Infinite I am, at an unreachable height, try you might.
The timid drop of consciousness was hurt……
With burning desire to show sky its position, the seed grown in a tree…..
Growing and still growing aiming at the sky, was frightened the sky.
The drop said, i will go through you, even higher an higher.
Tearing you through your chest of ego….
Sky realized, he can easily go……
Wait a moment the mighty drop,
I bow down to you it said in a shock.
It was will of a seed unbound,
Thats why, at horizon,
sky touches the ground……..
