The Song Of A Rain Drop Poem by Valsa George

The Song Of A Rain Drop

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I am a rain drop flopped down from the clouds
I could have landed in a river or the sea
Then merging with the rising and receding tides
I would have been washed down into oblivion

Or could have fallen from the heights
Into a desolate dreary desert
Amid the blistering granules of sand
To be absorbed into nothingness

Chance was there to have fallen on a rock
Lying scorched in the heat of the mid day sun
Then I would have vanished into thin air
Evaporating into non existence

I could have also fallen into a muddy puddle
Or perhaps into a filthy drainage
To be contaminated with the sewage
Or be the breeding ground of worms and bugs

But fortunately for me
I happened to fall into fecund soil
Where there lay in wait a few seeds
Hankering for the cool touch of moisture

With arid souls, desperately thirsting for water,
They sucked the molecules within me.
As their dry kernel got soaked and puffed,
Slowly they sprouted and grew into life.

Absorbing again the drops that came after me
They, into towering trees eventually grew
Some touching heaven's azure heights
And giving shade and shelter to many

Now as I see them crested with flowers
And bearing clusters of luscious fruits
I feel I am there in each leaf and bud
With my essence flowing through every vein!

As a teacher, what more is needed for me
To feel contented in life?

Thursday, November 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: teacher
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I have borrowed the idea from the Malayalam translation of an Urdu poem. As a teacher, I got fascinated by it and feel- It is my story too!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Arindam Buragohain 20 November 2014

A very touching poem ma'am. very inspiring for a rookie like me.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 20 November 2014

A great tribute to our revered teacher....Valsa.....so beautifully compared with a rain drop and scripted with adoring words.......really very outstanding indeed......10/10

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Heather Wilkins 20 November 2014

a beautiful writing what more is needed foe me to feel contented in life (nothing dear Valsa)

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Akhtar Jawad 21 November 2014

Cycle of knowledge, knowledge that is passed from one to another and so on continues for ever. It is seen in the men who appear in the society like leaves, like flowers, like fruits with the seeds to continue the cycle. Yes a teacher is a rain drop and her teachings are a melody having waves that go on spreading. A nice write, no surprise, it's a poem by Valsa.............10

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Loke Kok Yee 12 May 2018

You are the drop of water that nourished me in my journey through this site. A beautiful poem that delights.Thanks Valsa

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Valsa George 13 May 2018

For me you are an open umbrella under which I get comfort and shade! Your ever encouraging words carry me a long way in striving for better performance! Thank you Loke!

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Jette Blackstone 23 December 2017

I love how you were able to compare the work of a rain drop to that of a teacher who can help grow beautiful and powerful minds. Minds that will lead a new generation. There are so many possibilites and places for the raindrop to fall...but to find that fecund soil is a true gift. Thanks for sharing Valsa.

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Bri Edwards 18 March 2016

oh, yeah, symbolism. ;)

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Bri Edwards 18 March 2016

well, I rarely think in terms of ………….what do you call them? …hmm, similes, metaphors, using “those things”. call it unliteralism? ? and I was not doing that with your poem until the last two lines. ok, I get it, but I liked the story better when interpreted literally, as drops of rain ending up in different places. of course each drop of water which does not land to nourish seeds still has a chance at a later date, though maybe each drop will be composed of different water molecules than the first drops? ? ? I never thought of that before. either way, I like the poem a lot and send it to MyPoemList. bri :)

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Piyush Dey 30 November 2014

Wow. This was an awazing read. The way the suspence broke was fantastic. and what is more beautiful is its flow and ability to stick you to the end. lovely.

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