The driblet
falling from the sky
PURE and Divine
Comes down…
SEARCHING
for its MINE!
Gets Marred…
Greased Impure..
Is a bait
for itself..
A decoy,
for its cure…
In the journey
AMONG
the million drops
but NONE
to couple with
To form a Stream…
Just when
it EYES
a candidate
and…
those
little nimble musicians
of the air,
Warble forth
their CURIOUS ditties
with a Curious FEAR
Surrounding…
the sweet smelling breeze
when the GANG
comes cracking down
does ALL….
but to Seek
that ONE Glance
from the FLOWER….

Today seems to be one such day!