Pearly drop of water…
Traveling million miles…
Racing against every odd..
Desperate to embrace the soil…
Forgetting the journey and agony in its path….
knowing its faith it would break down in the flight…
The moment it crushes down…
It’s disintegrates into thousand pieces….
The pain is masked with the fragrance that is let out….
Some are fortunate enough to land in the oyster mouth…
Days later to end-up into a Snowy pearl…
Few end up into the open blossoms…
To end up becoming a sweet nectar…
Few ends up landing into a sewage can..
To end up becoming a part of decomposing can..
Few quence the thirst of thirsty soil…
To enrich it with the fluid of life…
Every drop has its own faith…
Nobody knows where will each on land…
The love and compassion is same in every drop…
What would be the end each one knows it all…
Still the journey is carried out with faith..
To reach the soil and it disintegrate
Nirbhay Sudhir Pimple..
RIDAYA 