Krutika Bhojwani, Class IX E
These drops of rain,
Falling on the terrain,
Touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
They comfort me,
And make me smile,
They look at me,
And show me their style.
They take my troubles,
And give me their joyous bubbles,
They touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
They fall on me,
Like the pearls in the sea,
They stay on me,
As they wish to be.
They stop my cry,
And lift my spirits to the sky,
They touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
They drip and drop,
And they trip on the top,
They wish to create,
A new frog’s walk.
They slip on the boat,
And they splash on the road,
They touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
They don’t speak or eat,
Or smell or breathe,
But still so sweet,
They give me the peace I need.
They touch me feet,
As if ice-cream touching my teeth,
They touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
I love as they come,
And I wish they could stay,
Their presence matters much
And their absence has a lot to say.
