The Annals of a Droplet

The droplet- tiny drop of watery strife
Clinging to the dust, She came to life
On the higher echelons of life
Floating, Gliding, Absorbing

In her childish dance, searched her identity
Am I cloud, or am I rain?
No, a simple droplet, that’s me!

She blooms to a dark cloud, opulent
Mingling with other droplets, no restraint,
Feels close to knowing her goal with gaiety
Playing with all her mates, savoring amity
She begins her earth bound fall
Landing on the eyelid waiting since age primal
Trickling down the cheek, with the teardrop she merge
Wondering who she is now? Is she on end’s verge?
Rain or tear? What’s her goal?
Quench the earth or soothe the soul?

Once more she seeks her identity –
Rain – tear? For earth or for soul?
No, just a droplet that’s me!

Hard rocks on her stride she takes
Suddenly marvels the snowflake
It too is from the same heights she ponders,
Why is she not like it, she wonders!
And before she moves to meet the rest
She finds the snowflake joins her, earnest-
Just as another droplet, ending her moments of pride;
She surges ahead, hopscotch on the gushy slide
Wondering if she is destined to be the watery flow?
To shape the world and make life grow-

She misses her step seeking her identity
Trickle, stream or river?
Or, just a droplet that’s me?

Adding another drop to the ocean
She finds her belittled, disowned
Is she nobody? Everybody? Does she belong?
Riding the waves she flies, catching the surf’s song
Nestling on the curly locks of the sole sailor
Breeze blowing against the face of valor
Trembling for her existence she holds on;
The gliding droplet of perspiration
Manifesting the purpose on his shoulder
He rides alone, sight on his shore along her,
Hands shielding the grim glares, sun god sends
Or is it to protect her from smoldering ends

Her final ponder for her identity?
Rain, tear, sweat or sea bubbles,
Nay, the same droplet is she.

She recalls her dream
When she reached out with a scream
Was it the same hands that shields now
Did she rest on the same shoulders somehow?
Is it the same face that smiled back on her win
Must be the same eyes, wet to see her suffering
The friend who never left now shows her
What she gave and what world has to offer
She belongs to all, and all were her goal
Without her its dry world and parched soul
She smiles as she prepares for her ascension
With knowledge and poise, ready for redemption

She now is sure of her identity
Derelict she is not, she belongs
The all-important droplet is she!