A Drop Befor it Rains..

Long long time,
full of awaiting,
Needed to sustain,
this pathetic harmony of being a desert.

Oh my merciful God,
Far far away,
Sitting beyonds the clouds,
Begging you all your mercy,
Only for a moment,
To be rain
One Drop before it rains…

I am not in that hurry,
To mug all my pain,
In a moment,
Just needed a slow treatment,
To be energized myself,
To sustain again…

Being a long in same situation,
Afraid of drowned with your cloudy,
Fruitful heavy Rain..

Let me be habitual of your mercy,
I being a Desert for so many years,
Remained in ‘Merichika’ of my own,

Full of fruits of berries,
Sweat, small and easily available.
I covered by my own forest,
Of white sand, with patches of bushes.
I conquered a vast ocean of my own,
Attracted numbers of thirsty in a day.

Richness of my own type,
Afraid of this sudden change..
Oh god!
Please be merciful on me,
But slowly slowly,
In the drops of your a few…..

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Author: RV_Sir

Currently working as Asst. Professor in Parul University, Vadodara. I have my hands in the fields of art and poetry and continuously boosting my skills. You can refer linesays.org for checking in what I am up to.

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