Like A Dropp Of Rain Poem by lalitha iyer

like a dropof rain
for the parched brain
the idea came flashing
and downpoured dashing
the seed of the tree
stored the brain
yet none could see
the tree and trunk inside
silence, the poetry of silence
to some it is the world
and to some it is the word
some feel it through music
and you feel it by my basics
how fragrant the first dropp is
smell of semens sprouting from earth
as if earth suddenly rejoiced
hormoned with life, rained to thirst
to quench the hunger of millions
there came the dropp of rain
pure drop, immaculately clear
with no germs and dust
life was drizzling in plain and pure
the first dropp of fertility
it is from the breasts of heavens
the milk of motherhood
it brims as the babe cries
the spilt bosoms
that liquidly suckle the soil
fluid motion of life in coil.

A dropp of rain
in lusty curve
a bubble of round
exciting all around
appealing the speaking
and things not speaking
expressions of nature
birds sing
babes dance
to wing, to swing
in ringing tones
all cling to hold
the gems of household
the drops of rain